On Being Empty

I’ve been empty for a while now
Not the holy emptiness of a vessel
Waiting to be filled and then give forth,
Spout all puckered and ready to pour.
No, I’ve been empty like a baggie
With a hole in the corner
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I knew God, once before,
To make the first move.
God put God’s hand on my shoulder and said,
You’ve suffered enough now; be with me.
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Talk about surprised. If I hadn’t been driving a car
I’d have been flat on my back like Saul
I answered, you better believe it, wide-eyed and weepy
Not quite believing my time had come.
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Guess what I said?
Thankyouthankyouthankyou