The Container of Your Life


Like water.


Into the container

Of your life,

Instantly there.


The container is not you,

Merely the shape of things

You wear this time around.

Like a glazed pot to grow


The emphasis is on

The color and the scent,

Not the clay of the container.


And as you walk

The journey of this lifetime,

From time to time you will choose

A new pot,

And leave the old behind,

As cracked, or worn,

Or incompatibly grown.


Like water,

Or dirt:

The bright essence that is you.

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2 Responses to The Container of Your Life

  1. Alix Moore says:

    Hi Alix
    Love the last line!
    Have a blessed day.

  2. Pat Cegan says:

    Yes, I like the last line, too! 🙂 Always a balance needed for respecting the wonder of the body Spirit gave us and knowing it is not who we are and is fleetingly temporary. Keep writing, as always, you are right on target. hugs, pat

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