Poem I wrote

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CUP OF WISDOM

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What will fill your cup

Your empty cup

With the wonderful things

You deserve?

What will sweeten your cup

When the contents are bitter

And hard to swallow?

Can kindness be measured in spoonfuls?

Can tenderness flow like golden honey

Into your cup of comfortless pain?

What fire will warm your cup

When the contents grow cold

And unappealing?

What hand will hold the cup

To lovingly bring it to your parched dry lips?

Which cup holds magic and eternity 

Filled with swirling stars to nourish you

Forever?

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