The vessels are empty and wonderfully made
They stand in His image with breath that He gave,
Majestic portraying His countenance clear
To joy in new life that will pass year by year.
The first made was Adam, the head of the race,
He looked for another to fill His embrace.
So deep sleep provided his rib, which became
An Eve to walk by him and kindle the flame
They wondered together so that they may grow
And share in their learning of why things were so.
As they loved each other they gave what they were
To share with the other, to him and to her.
Beholding each other they slow became changed
And the lines 'tween them blurred, as one they became.
Then standing as one in the knowledge that came
From One source so perfect reflecting His name.
Their all had but one source and so it was pure,
Reflecting His image so they can be sure
They were growing to be like their Maker and slow
Would learn to partake of His glory and know.
He walked with them daily explaining their why's,
Fulfilling their knowledge, growing in their eyes.
Living waters of life in these vessels He poured
Till their brims overflowed, so they could give more.
So He watered the Tree of Life and saw it grow
As each branch divided in marriage and so
His far-reaching love could pulsate far and near
Through this matrix of vessels bound to His heart so dear.