ScottishChieftan
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- Joined
- Jul 9, 2003
- Posts
- 28
I am a pitcher. Maybe a carafe or decanter. No, nothing so exotic as that, I am a jug. A plain brown jug. Yes, thats it, I’m a jug. My point is, I am a vessel.
OK, I am sure I lost you on that one. Answer the riddle with a query of your own. What does a vessel do,
what is its purpose? Yes! Right indeed. I have been constructed, somehow through genetic pre-disposition, to carry something.
I hold within myself an enormous capacity to love. I am a bearer of love, if you will. What does a jug long to do? What is it’s sole purpose? To pour out it’s contents to a willing receptacle. To fill the cup, of someone
whom I love, would be a fitting analogy.
My problems are multiple and complex in their
very nature. What could possibly have a more saddening reality, than a jug full to the brim, with no one seeking a draught from it?
How empty indeed, a brimming full jug with no one ,mnbthirsty to receive it’s contents. I wander through life, full to the very brim, seeking someone to partake of my bounty.
The cup I walk through life with hath not a single desire for the brimful content I yearn to pour upen her. She thirsts not, for the sweet fulfillment, I long to give her. Her soul is parched, but she doesn’t thirst for
me.
I steadily plod through life, seeking someone to pour myself on, but alas, there are none wishing to drink from my well. There seems not to be a thirst longing to be quenched from what I hold within.
OK, I am sure I lost you on that one. Answer the riddle with a query of your own. What does a vessel do,
what is its purpose? Yes! Right indeed. I have been constructed, somehow through genetic pre-disposition, to carry something.
I hold within myself an enormous capacity to love. I am a bearer of love, if you will. What does a jug long to do? What is it’s sole purpose? To pour out it’s contents to a willing receptacle. To fill the cup, of someone
whom I love, would be a fitting analogy.
My problems are multiple and complex in their
very nature. What could possibly have a more saddening reality, than a jug full to the brim, with no one seeking a draught from it?
How empty indeed, a brimming full jug with no one ,mnbthirsty to receive it’s contents. I wander through life, full to the very brim, seeking someone to partake of my bounty.
The cup I walk through life with hath not a single desire for the brimful content I yearn to pour upen her. She thirsts not, for the sweet fulfillment, I long to give her. Her soul is parched, but she doesn’t thirst for
me.
I steadily plod through life, seeking someone to pour myself on, but alas, there are none wishing to drink from my well. There seems not to be a thirst longing to be quenched from what I hold within.
