A Treasured Vessel

Handed down it was not

Rather crafted by design

A chosen prized possession

Once laden in murk

Then fragile and frail

In glory replenished and fortified

No longer to be hidden behind the veil

In fullness overflowing

Radiant in His brilliance

She bowed in His presences

The murk subdued

An imperfect vessel

His majesty’s delight