Thursday Twofer

                 Ruminations

Yes, the cup was broken,

then mended.

Yes, the cup was empty,

then filled.

 

From the well of your goodness,

I drank.

Deep, the cup.

Deeper, the well.

 

In you I am

a swimmer in a pool of cool, deep water.

Deep, the water.

Cool, the water.

 

In you, I am.

Ladson 2014

I Bring My Cup

I bring my cup filled

for you to drink or to set aside

as you will.

Cradled in both hands, not in supplication,

rather an offering,

for something more than I can say—

but this, then: My cup for your cup,

and so a betrayal—see, the weakness in me!

Love wrangled by expectation—here, drink.

That I may be back with more—I’m sorry—

that I cannot say.

Lyman 2016