A Container of Feelings
By Frederick Blanchard
Precariously, a container of feelings,
Sits on the edge of vulnerability,
Over looking scenes of past and future times,
Blurred by questions of whom, what and why.
An anvil is tethered on of great weight,
Made up of burdens deep within the heart,
Tips it away into a valley of unknown fate,
Breaking the spirit over and over again.
But tireless hands pick up the pieces carefully,
Healing them together with God’s perfect love,
Restoring His creation with endless mercy,
To begin a glorious new day with Him.