Each of us is a vase.
Some tower over the others
and are used to carry water
to the spiritually thirsty
who need gallonfuls of grace
and a splashing of love.
Others are small enough
to be used to hold
the ashes of a loved one
that has gone on
to a better place.
Some are in between
and multi-purpose;
they are used to deliver
flowers to the sick
and store spiritual treasure.
But what we cannot do
is contain our aggression
or unleash it on others;
either method causes
damage to this fragile vessel.
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