From Ann Glover O’Dell’s Midwifing the Soul:
I hold with concave hands
an empty bowl
and pray as I sit
gazing at its contours
and ready space
this glad receptacle
for what might come.
I look
and pray
for all the empty bowls
and bellies sat beside them
whose pangs make known
the hollow hunger
crying to be filled.
I look again
at potter’s vessel
remembering I came from clay
and cry out “fill me
with living water
pouring down and through
the sacred round impression
in my soul
to help the hallowed hungry
fill their bowls.”