Plastic Pail

I filled with sand my favorite pail.
On the beach I played.
Never needing worry,
A child and unafraid.

So many things I thought of,
When I would grow life.
Things to do and places,
Travel to, no strife.

The world became available.
It beckoned, I would call,
Anything I thought of,
Never seeming small.

A day, the change, that I had born,
I turned around to see,
He was filling plastic pails.
I remembered past and me.

His world had called him to serve,
Beyond what I could know,
Filling lives, a sandy plain,
His purpose he would sow.

A plastic pail, a dreaming child.
The world beyond my reach.
Babies grown to men, my past.
A purpose, love to each.

Raine Les 8/7/2008



SadieLu

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh simply heavenly

the Pails lovely are there
See, Yesssssssssss and filled with Love
Sands of the Earth reminiscing of long ago
Yet,,, Still lingering

May your pail always be running over!