Empty Vessel

Her heart was soft and supple
Filled with warmth and love
Giving of her care to men
Serving faithful, God above

Views of pain and suffering
Walked close before her eyes
Torn apart her tender heart
A wound she can’t disguise

Her fountain of compassion
The years have now run dry
No words, her mouth to say
Her eyes, no tears to cry

Ceramic heart within her chest
Grows heavier each day
A kiln of pain has hardened it
Turning flesh to brittle clay


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Published in: on June 18, 2010 at 3:49 am  Comments (2)  
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  1. There can be beauty in tragic sadness and loss of joy and warmth. You’ve shown the beauty in this story of pain and sacrifice and given your readers a peak into the heart of the potential price of a noble calling. Not to be pitied but to be admired and to be held in prayers for healing.

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  2. How very sad. May God pour His love and compassion into ceramic hearts and bring healing. Beautifully written, thanks.

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