The Cup ( a fable)

I set about on the path to become a cup. All around me were others also wanting to be cups. I tried to help them, but most went their own way. I waited patiently and the divine made me into a cup, I was joyous in God.

My friends grew impatient and made themselves into cups. I shook my head in disaproval, but like Christ's seeds, my words fell on barren ground.

I prayed and contemplated the divine. I stayed true to all that is nothing. Again my friends grew impatient.

I was annointed with wine, I became dyed in Christ.
My friends were impatient and could not wait..so they stole what they felt as wine, and dyed themselves. They ran around intoxicated with their own wine.

I could not call them friends any longer, nor could I help others by pointing to them as people to help others become cups. So I left my friends.