Love Inside a Bottle
The life we have, I imagine, is like water trapped inside a bottle
Whereas us as a vessel, we fill ourselves with the people we love
Some, we already born with, others—it seems as if we must to let them in
As for love to also come in—you know—because life will always be about love
So, imagine with me, in meeting all those people, we fill ourselves with
It would be like drinking in other people’s bottle, just as, they—to yours
The love we let—in, becomes a great big part of what makes us—us, and you—you
Just like the home we get to build; we build them by letting others-in to our doors
As vessels, we were all meant to quench the thirst of one—another
A time will come, some might pass away, it doesn’t mean they'll truly be gone
A great part of them has already become a greater part of you; to live on forever
And as far as life is concern, in the very oceans we live in, no one will ever be alone
Besides, there’s another kind of water, Jesus described as an eternal-kind
Where death becomes, as not the end but merely a start of a new beginning
Like raindrops falling from heaven, imagine the fountain that will never end
There won’t be a need to imagine; for we will only be drinking life, for a living
A testimony of the heart by Wilbert Dela Cruz
Copyright © Wilbert Dela Cruz | Year Posted 2019
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