“You, Eternal One, are my sustenance and my life-giving cup. In that cup, You hold my future and my eternal riches.” – Psalm 16:5
You, Eternal One, my sustenance—
Bear the weight of my uncertainty,
the wandering and the loneliness,
the tension of being caught between worlds and places,
the swirling, shifting colors of faith
and all I ever believed mattered.
Feed my starving soul.
You—my life-giving cup—
I want to drink deep.
I want to live
unafraid and unashamed,
Pour the cup You offer
into every dead and dying place in me.
You are holding my future.
I cannot see it or understand it.
I cannot grasp it or shape it.
if it is in Your cup,
perhaps I could taste it?
Drink it in until it flows through my veins
and into my core?
It could nourish my way of being,
seep into my blood and bones,
until the hope and unfolding of something beautiful
defines my essence and existence
more than fear of the unknown.