The Father named the year for me…glory and grace. There have been so many words I have heard and read this year - sermons, books, music, and blogs. There have been so many opportunities God has placed before me this year. There have been disappointments, fears, struggles, and lots of changes. I contemplate, dwell, on all the places the Lord has taken me this year. I breathe in and exhale…
I close my eyes
imagine us all
vessels of beauty
treasures fashioned
by Master’s hands
formed, shaped
perfectly molded
to hold eternal
grace and glory
--Nancy Kourmoulis
3 comments:
Nancy, what a beautiful poem. The Master can do so much...with so little! Thank you for sharing.
"to hold eternal grace and glory"--that is what the young Mary physically held in her hands that night so long ago-
This is so beautiful, Nancy, as are you. Thanks for baring your soul to us. Your poetry is beautiful.
Love,
Dianne
Looking at those words there, how they form the shape of that vessel He is so tenderly forming.
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