This Poem was Submitted By: Leona F Kolesarek On Date: 2000-06-28 23:35:36 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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THE OLD TATTERED TRUNK

A big sale was held in the city, the estate of someone's dearly departed. There were many beautiful treasures and priceless pieces of art. The people came from near and far, they pushed and shoved to get what they wanted. But off in the corner sat an un-touched trunk which amidst the shadows looked almost haunted. The sale went on for days and days until most everything was gone except for the one thing ignored by all - that worn, wooden chest stood alone. On the final day an old man came by and as the family tied up the loose ends, he inquired about the dusty old box saying he didn't have much money to spend. "It's of no value to us," they replied to his query, "you can have the old piece of junk." So the man laid what money he had on the table and left with the raggedy trunk. When he got home he opened the long-ignored box and much to his surprise, it held nothing but broken pieces of glass of all different shapes and sizes. The old man inspected each piece one by one being careful not to cut his hands and by the time he came to the final shard, he had finalized his plan. Over the next several months he toiled patiently putting each piece into place; the work was sometimes tedious, but it brought a smile to the old man's face. At long last his task was finished and he was as pleased as he could be, so he put his treasure on display for everyone to see. Many came to admire his work, each wanting to buy it from him. "Let it go to the highest bidder!" they pleaded but he wouldn't sell it to them. He tried to explain why it wasn't for sale, but no one listened to what he said. As a last resort he posted a note and this is how it read: "You've seen me once before you know, but you couldn't tell I was there. I wasn't as beautiful as I am right now, so maybe that's why you didn't care. At the time I was unattractive and broken you sure didn't want me then; you were only concerned with appearances and that blinded you to what lied within. So although you can't take me with you, please don't forget what you've seen. Always hold my message close to your heart and remember what love did for me." All those fractured fragments of glass, with their colors both brilliant and bold, had been orchestrated so very carefully around a snow-white dove with a heart of gold. A Heavenly light, a branch of peace, and the Holy Word surrounded the dove - this majestic stained-glass masterpiece was simply a priceless offering of love. They all went away feeling foolish, embarrased by the way they'd behaved. And while they couldn't go back and make amends, maybe it wasn't too late to change. You see, true beauty lies not on the surface, it comes from deep within the heart, and like that exquisite stained-glass testimony, all God's children are works of art.

Copyright © June 2000 Leona F Kolesarek

Additional Notes:
I know that this is a very long poem, but I wrote it many years ago and I have never let anyone read it since. I just wanted to share it with all of you. This is pretty much how I felt for many years and I just tried to put it into words. Thanks for taking the time to read it, I know it took a while and I appreciate it very much! God Bless.


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