And I a Broken Vessel
And I a broken vessel stuck in the sands of time
resort to times in time
when the newness of the traits
struck from out the land
of nothingness to glory
not made by human hands.
Filled with riches yet unseen by blighted eyes
a token made for love
reflected decadence and pain.
And I a broken vessel am broken in the sand
covered up and waiting until the desert land
is filled with clear,clean water
with salvation close at hand
Copyright © Ruth Martz | Year Posted 2022
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