November 3, 2010
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Eternal Vector
Swallowed up in violent quakes,
Cracking pots, I tend to break.
I’m delicate and made of silk.
My ruffled edges drenched in milk.
Honey made from the sweetest nectar,
Line my lips with eternal vector!
Spinning in and out of line,
I comb my thoughts in line with Thine.
Master of Love, Bather of Truth,
Forever I am captured in my youth.
The Crafter of Destinies and Molder of Faith,
Holds my heart and keeps me safe.
Secure in the folded arms of Christ, my Savior,
He induces my life with emotive flavors.
Senses filled with powder from the finest jewels,
You reign my God, on the throne you rule.
Breaking hearts will lament in grief,
My heart remains steadfast. You have seized the thief.
Dressed in a frock of normal form,
You emblaze my feet in packed clay—warm.
Boiled in abundance, packed in majesty,
I twirl in your goodness and dance upon the sea.
Create in me an orchestra of stringed and wooden parts,
Father, following your goodness, sets this child apart.
Kimberly Willingham
Zechariah 14:20
On that day HOLY TO THE LORD will be inscribed on the bells of the horses, and the cooking pots in the LORD’s house will be like the sacred bowls in front of the altar.
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