Mustard Seed Harvest

Mustard Seed Harvest

I come to You with empty cup

spirit broken

dreams shattered

zeal quenched -

One meager offering I bring:

a tiny mustard seed

I struggle to keep in hand

What will prevail?

Scattered, empty treasures,

world's ransom,

all escape the depth of You -

Vain, lifeless promises

keep rabid claws

disguised in velvet robes

and weary dreams -

Yet You-

Holy cloud-Warrior -

lasso the stars with cords of hope,

swing me upward to taste the heights...

Oh, meager offering,

tiny mustard seed,

embrace your harvest!