A POEM A DAY 5

EMPTY

Why is it that we try to fill ourselves from empty jars? Sure, he’s a beautiful vessel–Tall, dark, handsome, and smooth. But his vessel is empty, devoid of the capacity to give, to nourish, to replenish. So empty, in fact, that he can’t even accept what you’re pouring into him. You can pour and pour and pour, but he will never have the capacity to reciprocate. Why? Because there can be no reciprocity when you’re pouring into a sieve. So why keep pouring?

 

Simona A. Brinson

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