We believe that we are the container either full or empty..
By sharone74
@sharone74 (4837)
United States
January 31, 2007 2:20am CST
We are in fact not the jug to be filled, the need
Nor are we the furtile field to be tilled or sown with seed
Rather I am a spring with a hidden source, running not wild but
definitely free, free to flow by the powers that be
I flow into a cistern and slake the thirst of one or perhaps in good times
as many as two or maybe even three
But if too many come to stand under the trees and
drink from the stream that is me
None will be sated all will retain their parchment
Until under the bare and empty tree in search of more they'll turn from me
This is not a great loss to the stream that is me
And I am not ashamed that there are unsated many
As I may be free, but only flowing freely enough to fill
one or two three possibly
One day there will be none to drink off my pooling in the cistern that
is not the end of the the streams journey
Just a pooling a waystation to overflow and continue flowing free
Until I meet a steam that welcomes me in it's journey long though it may be
Through fertile fields nad villages, through winds and lee,
Until at our the final destination of the jouney
We join and are lost to become one with the sea. Jan 31st.
Poet Sharon Early
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