Broken Empty Vessel Girl

Posted: September 2nd, 2008 | Filed under: God, life | Tags: , | 3 Comments »

She was up before the sun, while the grass was still wet. 

The early morning chill put goosebumps on her legs. 
Orange polish on her nails was chipping toward the edge. 
The innocence she had was hanging on the ledge. 
She crinkled up her toes, grabbing slippery blades of grass. 
She pulled them at the roots, and tossed them from her path. 
She walked a little ways, ponytail brushing on her neck. 
Thoughts of  their conversation rolling through her head. 
Everything she thought she knew had all been undone.
All the good within her vanished with the sun.
With nothing to sustain her, hope was just a dream.
Her life a spacious nothing, an empty vessel gleam.
But then happened something, I cannot spell out.
The girl with dewy feet, started to dance around.
Liquid sun and morning dew poured beyond her contain.
Broken empty vessel girl will never be the same.
What happened in the morning dew, before the sun arose,
A miracle of fortitude, but no one fully knows.
Her guilty heart, prayers of tears, her sorrow spilling out,
Were heard by her maker, who loved within, without.
Standing tall and straight, her eyes closed to the East.
The sun came up over the hill and dried her swollen cheeks.
Broken empty vessel girl disappeared in the morning sun.
The grass is dry, the tears have gone, the past has been undone.


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3 Comments on “Broken Empty Vessel Girl”

  1. 1 Big Plain V said at 4:05 am on September 2nd, 2008:

    Sunrise/rebirth symbolism. Nice.Then the righteous will shine like the sun in the kingdom of their Father. Matthew 13:43

  2. 2 Pink Ink said at 6:02 am on September 5th, 2008:

    Beautiful poem, Serena.I am awed by poets like you. I cannot even make words rhyme let alone string together something as luminous like that.

  3. 3 Madison said at 12:39 pm on September 7th, 2008:

    Ohh, I mess around with poetry every once in a while, but I can't make it sound that pretty. Good job!Btw, this is Madisonwrites from AW. Virtually shaking your hand. :-)Great poem.


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