My youngest daughter Corianne, wrote this poem for a school project. It brought a very grateful dad almost to tears. It is exciting as a dad, to watch God work in the lives of those I love. Please read to the end.
I’m long and curvy
Deep and wide
I hold a lot
Do a lot
Think a lot
Over think
Go deeper
I use my brain and my heart—
Maybe, too much
I hold every type of flower
Bright Reds, blues, yellows, greens, pinks
They aren’t organized
Some 2 feet
Others, 6 inches
The outside eye jumps from one to another
I’m random\spastic\crazy\loud
If I’m accidentally nudged
I’ll tip over and recover
If I’m knocked over purposefully
I’ll shatter
I can be glued back together
Never hold a grudge
But there will be a crack
I’m glass
Although I get shattered, dehydrated, and grow wild things
I have faith that there’s someone who will
Pick me up and glue me back together with love
Fill me up when I’m dry
Trim and replace my contents
No matter how:
Stubborn I am
How dry or dirty my water gets
How thorny and ugly my plants grow—
I love and trust God
I watch and take in the world around me
It helps my flowers thrive
And kills them
They soak up the sun when I’m in a window
Try to block out the darkness
Dirt finds its way to nestle between the petals of my flowers
Observing, I must be careful what I take in
Sometimes letting my guard down
I’m not perfect
When I’m happy, you’ll see my flowers
Sad or mad—my emptiness
Fake flowers fill me up when emptiness sets in
All for the sake of others
But the falsehood doesn’t go unnoticed
I wear my heart on my sleeve
I’m clear
Usually blooming
I try to brighten rooms around me
I smile
I would gladly give my flowers away
To make another happy
I’ll empathize, sympathize
Cry or break
At the sight of another
I hurt easily, care lots
Half full, never half empty
Usually full of blooms
Here for the One that placed me here
Used to brighten rooms
My creator, gardener, filler,
My cornerstone, my base,
Whatever I am or how I look
I am His Glass Vase
