Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Like a Single Cup of Water


Why do I need to come into the chaos, sit down in the corner and absorb the confusion? The tension. The hurt. Why does it matter if I bring a tiny cup of something beautiful or calm or peaceful or restorative when the room is a cacophonous tornado; 
trouble swirling, dissension brewing, and flare-ups spewing. 

How can my single cup of water quench such huge thirst
 birthed of pain, insecurity and fear?

I've been turning away. Hiding in my sweet haven. 
Peeking between the curtains. 
Hording my tiny cup of water. 
Afraid to spill a drop or waste its sweet flavor 
on the burgeoning fire in the streets. 

For I am already being poured out like a drink offering...

But I don't want to offer the cup any more.

For I am already being poured out like a drink offering...

My tiny drop of water means nothing compared to the searing thirst.

For I am already being poured out like a drink offering...

What difference can I make?

For I am already being poured out like a drink offering...

Why does it matter?






Sit with me and tell me once again
Of the story that's been told us
Of the power that will hold us
Of the beauty, of the beauty
Why it matters

Speak to me until I understand
Why our thinking and creating
Why our efforts of narrating
About the beauty, of the beauty
And why it matters

Like the statue in the park
Of this war torn town
And its protest of the darkness
And the chaos all around
With its beauty, how it matters
How it matters

Show me the love that never fails
The compassion and attention
Midst confusion and dissention
Like small ramparts for the soul
How it matters

Like a single cup of water
How it matters

(Why It Matters, Sara Groves)








6 comments:

Arlen's Living Water Springs said...

I thought this was beautiful Honey!

Dee Yoder said...
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Dee Yoder said...

Written for my own attitude. :)

LaLee said...

Beautifully written and a needed reminder.

Jessica Nelson said...

Lovely! I've always found that verse intriguing and bittersweet. Thanks for stopping by my blog last week. :-)

Dee Yoder said...

Laura and Jessica, everytime I come here and read my own post, listen to the words of the song, read the scripture, the Lord speaks to me so powerfully that I can't give up offering my meager cup of water. I can't hide from the misery of those who are struggling and those who need beauty and those who need me. He gave me water--He sent those who offered the drink that quenched my thirst and this lesson has been a very deep-down soul-searching one for me.

Thanks for taking time to read and comment, Jessica and Laura.