Take this shard of weary clay —
cracked and chipped,
dusty and dry —
and pour into it some drop
of grace and glory,
some measure
of light and delight to overflow
where it may be useful
and beautiful
like a rainbow against the storm
like faith despite all fear
like foolish hope.
I am not even a clay jar, only
an irregular bit of shard.
Be the treasure.
on 2 Corinthians 4:6-7