Recycled

(inspiration: saw an empty bucket in the trash while gazing out the window of the Men’s Emergency Shelter while on “desk duty” at 3:00am):

An empty bucket has a story to tell
That’s much the same as yours and mine;
Where as we were once full of promise
Now we have reached the end of the line.

Contents are empty, with nothing left to give
Tossed aside, discarded, thrown away on a whim;
Viewed by most as being totally worthless
No longer useful, the future dark and grim.

When suddenly, from the darkness, a hand reaches in
Pulling us from the trash heap with a warm tender smile,
“I can make something beautiful from this vessel”
Something all else would consider vile.

With a thorough cleansing, inside and out;
After a careful inspection and a period of rest
The vessel is granted new life and refilled
To be used as the “Rescuer” deems best.

With an attitude of gratitude, a sense of purpose renewed
We the vessels have a new lease on life
Recycled, replenished and now fit for His use
Blessed to be freed from Satan’s web of turmoil and strife.

-Don, WSRM resident