Vessels

The novice was determined

"Everyone, out of my way."

"I'm going to the mountain top,"

"To see God's face today."

He pushed and shoved 

And clawed his way

Passed countless souls

Who caused delay

The needy, the infirm

The old, the child at play

Passed friends, family and strangers

Even a loving maid

And when he reached the summit

His gifts and offerings splayed

Then on his knees all through the night

He prayed, and prayed, and prayed

But God did not appear to him

And so he left dismayed

Tired, parched and weary 

Staggered home from his crusade

The children saw him afar off

They stopped their game and news relayed

First stranger ran to buoy him up

The infirm offered help and aid

The needy brought him food and drink

Reviving him--kindness displayed

Then friends and family arrived

Consoling him and love conveyed

While elders gave wise counsel

The young maid smiled 

Despair was stayed

For as he looked into their eyes 

He saw something Divine pervade

The light shines in the darkness 

The pure in heart shall see 

And know as they are known

As vessels of Divinity