Cups.

EDIT: I wrote this after reading Psalm 23. It is meant to be about grace and forgiveness. About being thankful that no matter how dark the day that you can cry out "Oh Lord!" and have your cup filled by the grace of God.


"Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over." Psalm 23:5

I am tired. But weary is a better word.
Weary of people being less than they should.
Weary from disappointment.
Tired of feeling ashamed.
Of who I am.Of who I am not.
Of who I don't choose to love.
My cup here is empty and
I have nothing left to give.

I am sad. But solemn is a better word.
Solemn because of cold sheets after long days.
Solemn from loneliness.
Sad because of love.
Of what I feel. Of what I can't feel.
Of what goes unreturned.
My cup here is empty and
I have nothing left to give.

I am sick. But weakness is a better word.
Weak from problems that never seem to cease.
Weak from my flesh.
Sick from no forgiveness.
Of who I can't. Of who I won't.
Of who I hate for ruining my life.
My cup here is empty and I have nothing left to give.

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I have nothing left to give but an empty cup.
And weary, solemn weakness.
Oh Psalm of David, what were your words?
I know of your sins and your forgiveness.
What do you think of them now?