Thursday, October 21, 2010

You Have Made Me Endless

You have made me endless,
such is your pleasure.

This frail vessel,
you empty again and again,
to fill it ever again
with fresh life.

This little reed flute,
you have carried
over hills and valleys
sings with your breath
melodies eternally new.

Infinite gifts of your immortal touch
visited on these tiny hands;
my heart bursts its limits in joy
and gives birth to utterance ineffable.

Ages pass,
and still you pour —
and still there is room to fill.