Hey everyone, I guess I should explain this very unique post/poem title. As most of you know if you read my post back in May, my great grandmother (Gran-Nanny) died on May 14th this year. It was a hard loss to our family but God has been so gracious in sustaining us. As is usual when a family members passes away the family is given a portion of their belongings. One of the things we got from her house was a Coca-Cola glass. It was really neat. But the other day while Mama was getting something out of the cabinet, the Coke glass fell out. I was in the other room and heard it break but I wasn't sure what it was. When I "ran to the scene" I saw the shattered Coke logo clearly on our kitchen floor. Sure, it was disappointing because it was hers but even more so, it made me cry because I realized just like I could never put that glass back together again…I could never bring her back. She is gone…death is real, sudden, and final. It was a very sober message but it was profitable to me. We have been really praying that the Lord would be with us mightily this holiday season…she was a big holiday person as most loving grandmothers are. :') So I have really had this idea for a poem on my heart since the glass broke and I hope that it is as profitable to you as it was to me.
-Allix-~
Gran- Nanny's Coke Glass
I hear glass shatter from the other room
I run to the scene, the sight is tough
In a million pieces lays Gran-Nanny's Coke glass
The one that I always loved
It was no one's fault, accidents happen
But as I saw the glass, I realized a fact
I burst into tears, and I admit
That's not the normal way to react
Because it was just a glass, that's all it was
But it meant much more to me just then
The verse that says that life is short
A vapor in the wind
It is so true, I thought to myself
Life's as precious and delicate as this glass
It seems so sturdy, so reliable, yet
Just a tiny fall and it's over, it's past
I pick up the pieces and run for the glue
They go back together but still, the cracks
Stability, smoothness, usefulness
In other words, life is what it lacks
I could never make it a working glass again
Just like I can't make her be back here with me
The message was hard
But it helped me to see
We're all glasses, constantly living out every day
Sitting on our shelf, with not much to do
But one day we'll fall out, one day we'll break
And we can't be brought back, with will power or glue
Our time on the shelf will be done on this earth
Our dreams, cares, and worries gone and past
We have a new job now,
To be a perfect looking glass
Reflecting our Savior, His Majesty and Glory
That is if, our shelf life was lived out through Him
This brings me back to the point
That we can't live just by our wishes and whim
Our life must have a purpose
Before our time here is past
I never saw that point clearer
Until that shattered Coke glass
©Allix Brunson 11/22/09
2 comments:
That is a beautiful poem Allix. Thanks for sharing!
By the way, I awarded you on my blog, so you can go check that out!
~Hannah
aww, I'm sorry! that was a wonderful poem Allix, thank you!
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