Contain me, God
within the fabric of this flesh
within the scope mind and hand
that I may not be spilled
in heedless acts of mediocrity
and rash expressions of a wayward pride.
Contain me, God
that I not reach too high
or think too deep
and miss the treasure
resting in my hand.
Contain me, God
that I may be
accustomed to the crevices
you’ve made in me
and careful how I fill
the spaces that I find.
Contain me, God
that I great comfort gain
in being cup and liquid both
held by thy loving hand.
Ann Glover O’Dell
11 February 2009
