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| I Am Your Vase The hand of the jeweler crafted me. The vase of purest crystal. I want to be the vase of some lovely flowers that will be mine for all time. In the cutting of my edges, the shining of my body, is all worth it to have some lovely flowers to fit inside. Red roses, yellow daffodils, and pink carnations would be nice. See them above me on the table next to the Master's hand. Knowing as he sees me he see my lovely flowers. Warm is the delight of contemplation. Contemplating what beautiful flowers will fit inside of my opening. Knowing these are life giving flowers never will they die. I will take care of them. They will grow as I get the water to give them drink. Fill my inside of the right amount of water. Help me to be the place of rest for these my flowers. Lovingly given to the Master. Before him I stand waiting for a comment or a touch from His hand. Peace is now mine. The flowers i wanted the Master put inside of my opening. Forever to look this work of art. The flowers from His hand and also the vase, me, from the jeweler's. (Morrow of this is, that the two are together and have remaine together for twenty one years) Both looking at the Master and feeling His hand. Penned By: Cubby Brickhouse North Carolina (c) Cubby Brickhouse 2003 Authors Comments = A figurative love gift to Lyle, my brother! |
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