Bowl Riddle
My empty hands before me form a bowl
Which might look empty yet is filled with grace
The yin and yang which represent my soul
These hands filled with manna before my face
Are incomplete apart together whole
My bowl by which to catch heavenly rain
Two hands at the crossing of time and space
And I need not hunger nor thirst again
Stand here at the crossing of life and death
With me for a time and keep watch with me
Feel how your heart beats listen to your breath
Make a bowl of your hands and destiny
Will fill your empty hands with grace so real
That they become great wings by which to soar
Most people who seem alive never feel
Nor know there are whole realms of being more
Than anything they could conceive before
Life blooms like a rose it turns like a wheel
We are more than beasts not only birds fly
We journey the universe standing still
The earth and the sea the fire and the sky
Belong to those with empty hands to fill
Now may you know the riddle of my song
You had your bowl there with you all along
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMVI
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