ARTS + CULTURE
Back Porch Poetry I THE T I N CUP
I the tin cup on Your porch rail, dented, mud-smeared, cradling stray and crumbling leaf yet noticed by You, taken up and carried in to the kitchen of God, washed in Blood, dried with fine white linen and set up with the vessels of noble use ‌ underwhelming, overvalued, dizzied by the height and giddy with the grace that pours me full of You and lifts me, gleaming golden, to Your lips. --Sandy Mayle Erie, PA
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