It was the world they were born into
The one they’d been given
Although they’d long ago forgotten
The Visitor who came and filled
Their empty world with glass
Which was said to be immortal
They had to admit it was beautiful
Through it they could clearly view the world
Including one another
Although some preferred to block the view
And look at themselves instead
But living in a world of glass wasn’t easy
It needed care and cleaning
Or it would become ugly and distorted
Plus it was fragile
Some even said vindictive
Because when they were careless
Pieces of it would break off
And fall to the ground and cut them
But one day they discovered something better
Or so they thought
It was made
The sages said
Not by, but from their ancestors
Who’d died long ago
When the world was young
It wasn’t beautiful
In fact it was foul and murky
And stained everything it touched
But it was compliant
And would take any shape they told it to
Serve any purpose they assigned it
They couldn’t clearly view one another through it
But they could make things look
The way they wanted them to look
And so they loved it
And in order to make room for more of it
They shattered all the glass
Broke it into tiny pieces
And dumped them into the ocean
In time, however
The substance they’d made
Or rather the substance made of them
Choked the world
Killing everything off
Including them
After ten thousand generations
They’d become their ancestors
And the world stood empty again
Waiting
Until the Visitor returned
And saw that nothing was left
Nothing but ocean and sand
That had rolled out of the ocean
So the Visitor took the sand
And melted it into glass
And refilled the world
And said
Let’s try again
Mitch Teemley 
There really needs to be a “Love this” button! Beautiful!
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Thank you, Gail!
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Something very Romans 1 about this parable poem. 💙
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Indeed. Very insightful of you.
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You’ve outdone yourself with this one.
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Thank you, Heather.
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Oh my gosh! This is the best best best… no words. I think you might have struck eternity here…
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Thank you, Beck.
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Well penned, sir.
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Thank you.
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Very nice poem to read..
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Awe-inspiring. Nothing left to do but sit and let this wash over me. What a gift!
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Yes I agree, I need to let it wash over me as well, let it sit, it deserves more than one of my knee-jerk interpretations. Very beautiful.
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Thank you, Russ. and Hetty.
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Wow! I love this❤️❤️
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Wow! I’m going to need to read that again! ❤
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It is amazing and interpreted in one way could be prophetic.
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Excellent poem. I can only hope that the glass is dirty, very thin, and fragile, but not yet shattered.
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Beautiful ❤️
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Thank you.
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Try again without Man? Wise insights.
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amazing work!
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Mitch magic.
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Aw, thank you, Nancy.
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AMEN. “Even so, Lord Jesus, come!”
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