You are the glass – God, the water.
Fill up daily.
Your glass is more useful than special.
Use it. Fill it. Empty it on
a thirsty, beaten world.
What else would you do with it?
Bedazzle and shelve it with the other pretty vessels?
Fill it with poison and sell it?
Smash and shatter it into angry little bullets?
Why, when you can water God’s flowers?
Douse their drooping heads
with a cool drink from the eternal spring.
Your glass can hold only so much privilege.