The Empty Bowl
I held the golden vessel of my soul And prayed that God would fill it from on high. Day after day the importuning cry Grew stronger - grew, a heaven-accusing dole Because no sacred waters laved my bowl. 'So full the fountain, Lord, wouldst Thou deny The little needed for a soul's supply? I ask but this small portion of Thy whole.' Then from the vast invisible Somewhere, A voice, as one love-authorised by Him, Spake, and the tumult of my heart was stilled. 'Who wants the waters must the bowl prepare; Pour out the self, that chokes it to the brim, But emptied vessels, from the source are filled.'
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"I held the golden vessel of my soul..."
This evocative piece by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, titled "The Empty Bowl", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...