Vessel

I hold fresh living water.

Vibrant buds and greens.

Sustaining, trying to give place to all I carry.

Sometimes full, oh so full, overwhelmed by abundance.

Beauty, building, blooming, spreading.

Lovely, messy, vibrant, tiresome bundles.

Often overshadowed by the weight of it all.

Water replenished, sometimes goes stale.

Things fall, wilt, fade.

Others: angels, family, God pick up the pieces I drop.

Trim back, replenish, or for a moment put on the shelf.

Resting, waiting, cleaned and dry but not empty.

Still beautiful, still useful, still full of both burdensome and eager expectations.

Living the complicated, ever-changing, plentiful life of a vessel.