I Am Your Vessel
~ by Amy Oestreicher
Green open hills unravel their gifts to me;
I am a vessel.
Clouds stream their grins as they dreamily shift to me.
I am your vessel.
Strings plucked on guitars — only seen in threads of hair.
Silent as aroma swirling all because of air.
Prickling pines poke my neck as I stare
at how wide the sky can go.
I am a vessel.
Dew on the grass tickling one rolling heart,
a heart that wonders what’s around it.
The ancestries I roll on,
the legacies I tread upon.
Let me be your vessel.
The sky turns colors slow as Butoh dance,
slower than I know how to ask “What’s above in your expanse?”
Am I wide enough, big enough, strong enough, spirit enough
to be your vessel?
Ahh…
Am I deep enough, rich enough, soul enough
to live in and under this whirling web?
And know I’m a part of that, all that I see?
I’m a piece of your vessel.
Where my pain is rock and molten,
but your skies are silk and golden,
can I give it to you?
To your meandering brooks
and the midnight stars?
Your hills still shine,
can I sparkle too?
If I am your vessel….
Ahh…
Can I be your vessel?
Ahh…
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Used with permission of Marilyn Oestreicher.
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