Emptiness
hollowed out
gonging with the
dulled pang of belonging.
It catches the skin
like a pinch from
that distant Aunt
who grasps your cheek
pronounces how much
you’ve grown
and then leaves
stains of crimson
lips upon your forehead.
We’re too precious
to be distant…
too valuable to
remain empty
unused vessels
harnessed and strapped
with so much untapped
potential.
Faith is evidence
of things unseen
as is the future
for us all.
yet who is it
that commands our presence
who controls our futures
and our paths
yet unplotted and refined.
If vessels are empty
such a travesty for
them to forever
remain that way.
Pastor's Ponderings 
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