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there is a crack
a crack in the clay
a crack in the vessel for
water today . it is quite small
it's hard for to see . it's always
in you . it's always in me . the
master carries this vessel
for to bathe and to wash
and another sound
vessel which
is balanced across
his strong broad
shoulders . one on each
side . with a stick for to balance
both for the ride . the man dipped
his pots . w ith water to seek . but the
*** with t he crack in it began to leak
as the m an passed . on his way to
his ** me . the leak in the ***
began to flow
W
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T
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R
S
P
I
L
L
E
D
down upon the verge of the path
where there were trees, flowers
and grass . the master looked back
where he had been . one side was
withered . but the other was green
a riot of colors from the blooms and
the trees . told that they had had
water . the master was pleased
so he placed the cracked vessel
in its own special place . and
walked away happy . With a
smile on his face!
soulsurvivor
(C) 6/21/2015
This poem illustrates how
even cracked vessels have an
important place in the world
I hope that this is not too
difficult to read :-*
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