Monastery of the Visitation

Chosen Vessel

The Master was searching for a vessel to use
before Him were many, which one would He choose?

'Take me cried the gold one, I'm shiny & bright
I'm of a great value & l do things just right.
My beauty & lustre will outshine the rest
and for someone like you Master
Gold would be best.

The Master passed on with no word at all
and looked at a silver urn, narrow & tall.
'I'll serve you dear Master, I'll pour out your wine
I'll be on your table whenever you dine.
My lines are so graceful, my carvings so true
The silver will always compliment you.'

The Master came next to a vessel of wood,
polished & carved, it solidly stood.
'You may use me dear Master,' the wooden bowl said,
'But I'd rather you'd use me for fruit & not bread.'

Then the Master looked on, saw a vessel of clay,
empty & broken, it helplessly lay.
no hope had the vessel that the Master might choose
to cleanse, & make whole, to fill & to use.

'Ah, this is the vessel I've been hoping to find,
I'll mend it & use it & make it all mine.
I need not the vessel with pride of itself,
nor the one that is big-mouthed & shallow & loud,
nor one that displays his contents so proud.
not the one who thinks he can do all things just right,
but this plain, earthly vessel, filled with power & with might.

Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay,
mended & cleansed it & filled it that day.
spoke to it kindly - 'There's work you must do -
just pour out to others as I pour into you.'