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


Published in: on June 18, 2010 at 3:49 am  Comments (2)  
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