Through the Cracks


A piece of clay molded
into a fountain displayed
in the center of the square.

But it has cracks
that leak out water
and no matter how much
is poured in,
it continues to spill out.

Then became a cistern,
no longer added to
but emptied out
to give something
others needed to survive.

Battered and drained,
it lost everything
that it was made for.

And when it rained,
it transformed into
a beautiful basin
for sinners
to wash their hands in.

Then it fell apart,
broken pieces
in the soiled ground,
but through the cracks
a flower blossomed.

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