I'm a collector of sorts:
I collect rare treasures
And broken things.
I collect all sorts of items:
Quite a few are slightly used
Others are worn by time and trials
Some seem damaged beyond repair.
But I’m a collector of sorts:
I come across these rare treasures
Along life’s pathways
Sometimes I seek them out
Often I find them in unusual places
Or simply discover them in the
Everyday course of life.
I’m a collector of sorts:
Each treasure is unique
A one-of-a-kind vessel
With significance untold
Priceless and irreplaceable
And worthy of value.
I collect these treasures of sorts:
A number require a little dusting off
Some simply need a bit of washing
Others could use a little TLC
To restore their former glory.
I’m a collector of sorts:
Some have been bumped and damaged
Others are chipped and broken
Most have been seemingly
Shattered beyond repair.
I collect these treasures of sorts:
Many have been neglected
A lot have been cast aside
Far too many have been discarded
Like refuse in the garbage piles of life.
But I’m a collector of sorts:
Just like another Collector I know
Who sees treasures untold
Of inestimable worth and
Great value and esteem
He rescues, repairs, renews
And restores His vessels
And then displays them
In His costly showcase
For all to see.
He and I collect broken hearts and people
We're collectors of sorts...
(By: Melanie Boutiette © 7/19/2007.)