What if I bring an empty cup
An empty cup to You?
What if I can pour nothing out
That's good or loving true?
What if all I really have
is an angry brew?
A dark, ground, scalding shout
Directed right at You?
Do you really want this cup?
Won't it burn Your lips?
Ah, Your eyes do brightly shine
Between the long, slow sips
-- Tim Koshnick
