Prayer

 The tavern road is strewn with stones—rough and jagged.
 O Lord, if you made me the cup-bearer,
 why did you leave unfinished the search for how this wine vessel might be filled?
 Walking that path, stumbling again and again, how many times the bowl has shattered,
 I have laid my entire life at your feet, Lord,
 nothing more—just keep this one bowl safe in your care!
 The tavern road is strewn with stones—rough and jagged.