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Make me chalice, bowl of tears

and wine. Mold me valley deep.

Make curve this earth you wedge,

pinch, lute, glaze, coil, shape.

Oh make me open palm, vessel

of praise and doubt, basin of

dusk. Carve wide the lip, form

broad the hull, O Lord of clay.

Make room for rain; make room

for song. And I will be the moon,

which holds the sun and pours it

forth. And I will be the well that

Jacob built. Oh hollow me. Oh

make me yours to fill, to lift,

to bless, to spill. And I will be de-

canted. Yes, and I will be refilled.