Fill me

Their cups, turned upwards, towards heaven
As if to say “fill me”
Waving gently in the breeze and cloudless sky
They wait while they dance

He will see their need, to be satisfied
But for now, they linger
In perpetual motion, wooing him
Closer to show their desire

Variety of color, shape and size
Are the subjects of His passion
For the exact thing they want from Him
He gives with intense pleasure

He sends to them a visitor
Created by His own hand, the moment it is required
An envelope of moisture, to be opened
To fill them, to bubble over their delicate fringes

Intensely gratified, they sup
Pulling the drink into their being
Gratified in the supply and the knowing that
He knows….every need, want and desire