Evening Collect: The Horn is Lifted
After Hammock, “Tres Dominé”
O God –
the empty horn is lifted;
the hollow shell is given voice;
the broken branch is whittled out
my emptiness becomes Your fullness;
my earthen jar becomes Your vessel;
my bruised reed hums with Your song
is empty, yet Your table flows with plenty.
The thrum in my heart resounds in Your space.
O God, to You this broken shell is lifted:
let it fill.