There is an old nursery rhyme that with one hand on your hip and the other one extended, you recite, “I’m a little teapot, short and stout; here is my handle, here is my spout. When I get all steamed up then I shout, Tip me over and pour me out.”
Then there is the “adult” version with both hands on your hips, you say, “I’m a little teapot, short and stout; here is my handle, here is my…Oh damn, I’m a sugar bowl!” Bob Dutina’s absolute favorite, recited at least twice a month!!
No tea set is complete without a cup. Ray Bradbury had this sentiment.
We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.Ray Bradbury quoted by Gratefulness.org
What is your plan for 2021 regarding “letting the beautiful stuff out?” Or do you have one? When I had two blogs going the other one was called Stand and Tip. I eventually realized that one blog would be better. Here is the poem that inspired me to begin two blogs. Perhaps I Could Ask You Just to Stand and Tip? ©1990 Molly Lin Dutina
1. Lily pads at the pond Grow on stalky stems Leaves unfold an opened palm Cupped at center point Summer shower starts to drop Mercurial glistening spheres Gathering in the center spot ‘til bulbous weight smears silver drops Into glistening globs And tips the leaves so full To pour their contents overboard And rising from the spill Stately shielded lily-hands Begin the cycle once more Keep my stem flexible, Lord My hands open and cupped Eager to receive Your all Questioning not Your skill Only trusting the power of Your love To melt my rigid will Drench me Lord In Your shower of love Let me gather and drink my fill Then spill over on those around And rise to await Your will Send water of Your Spirit To tip me over, pour me out Then wash over me once again Fresh cleansing by Holy Words 2. Shine Your light through This enshrouding mist Color me with covenant this: Abiding presence and constant love, Indwelling grace that conquers sin Transfigured rigid I Yielded and bent In Your service Spilling forth rivers of living water And giving rest to croaky voiced frogs Who, when Spirit-kissed, Become priests and kings Singing their praises to You. Perhaps You ask me just to be Your lily leaf, Stand and tip