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Turn, Turn

Photo by Leann Smith
 
My cup, it feels  
  so empty much  
  of the time.  
 
Maybe it’s cracked,  
  and that’s how some  
  of what God fills  
  it with leaks out;  
 
but I’m beginning  
  to suspect that,  
  too much of the time,  
  I live with it  
  turned upside down.  
 
Not because  
  I’m pouring it out  
  for others’ sake,  
  in helpful ways;  
  but because  
  I’m out of tune  
  with the melody  
  in my soul.  
 
In a culture of consumption,  
  competition, and acquisition,  
  surrounded, too often,  
  by a simplified religion  
  that’s focused  
  on dramatic rescue  
  and an escape clause,  
  I need to have my cup  
  turned upright, so that  
  the kindom of the divine  
  can fill me and overflow  
  into the holy  
  here and now.  
 
Turn my cup,  
  O God;  
  turn it up,  
  O Lord.  
 
© 2020 Todd Jenkins

8 responses

  1. Oh, amen — I need to hear this.

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    October 29, 2020 at 7:09 am

  2. Yes. I need to be ready to see and receive the blessings.

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    October 29, 2020 at 8:21 am

  3. Steve Thomas

    Hi Todd,
    This is a great piece. It came on a day I needed it.
    It occurs to me your poem would pair well with Psalm 23 “My cup runneth over” on the Sundays it comes up. It offers the opportunity to explore this familiar and wonderful phrase and what it means vs. your great musings.
    Thanks my friend,
    Steve

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    October 29, 2020 at 12:10 pm

  4. Kasey Potzler

    Thank you Todd for your precious poems. They are truly bringing me light these days!

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    October 29, 2020 at 2:21 pm

  5. This really, really spoke to me today. It’s a comfort to know that I’m not the only one struggling.

    Liked by 1 person

    October 29, 2020 at 4:52 pm

  6. Susan Jackson

    Yeah, & I suspect we have to try to turn the cup upright ourselves. And what if you can’t figure out how to do that, not sure which way the cup sits, can’t find the cup handle? It’s the desperate search in the darkness for the handle that counts, using all our senses, listening & reading, praying, writing, till the darkness surprisingly reveals what we’ve been missing—-probably something we thought we’d banished long ago, had not, & really needed to be gone. It’s a cycle the soul needs, I think., so a more authentic, creative compassion can emerge .

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    October 31, 2020 at 9:04 am

    • I’m counting on the great physician to do a lot of that turning, while I focus on not resisting the turn. 🙂

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      October 31, 2020 at 9:09 am

  7. ‘Still knockin’ ’em out of the park, even with baseball season over!

    Liked by 1 person

    October 31, 2020 at 11:13 am

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