In conscious moments, my fabric is forgotten;
the spirit is no longer fine within me. I am nothing,

dust of the earth, fashioned by the One who blew life
into this soul- what have I to offer? These hands are

empty, this heart is broken, my eyes have fallen away
in tides of deceit; I've abandoned the one true Love.

It is in my house of foolish affliction that I hear Your still
voice, and a yearning for grace washes over me.

Divinity does not ask for ascetic actions. The asking
is of love and goodwill, truth and courage. In my

hollowed cup there is room for You to pour Your
mercy; I have found favor with my Beloved.
Author's Note
For the Classic Corner Comp "The Last Bargain".
Inspired by "Little Flute" by Rabindranath Tagore.
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