Creation

I'm alive inside this Poet's Glass
And He'll shake me and break me
And pour me out to sea
I'm a minion within this fragile world
And, mindlessly, I serve to please
But that doesn't mean I know who I'm protecting
Because who I am and who I should be don't always agree
And that doesn't mean I know who I'm affecting
Who I'm infecting
Who I'm letting slip away
Who I'm letting purchase me for free
But when I was alive inside that Poet's Glass
I saw so many things,
The wind, the rain
And whatever became
of the person I am to be
But that doesn't mean I remember everything
I simply recall a moment
or three
Just enough to feel when the timing is right
What's out of sight
Out of mind
What is out of my reach
and what the Prize is
Whatever I work for,
I achieve
For, yet again, I've grown out of the Poet's Glass
And He smiles and kisses my dreams
Tells me He'll help me, and wishes me luck
And shakes me
Lovingly, breaks me
And pours me out to sea
I'm not the only one in practice
And some day, not just one day
We'll all be set and Free.