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By Peequa Date: 2002 May 24 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.24.12.37.32427]] |
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Do I drink from the cup I've been offered? Its contents, so sweet and smell, so fragrant. Or do I continue to sip from the cup that belongs to me? Choking down each tiny, bitter swallow. Knowing all along that I can only have one cup. Do I eat from the plate I've been offered? Its contents arranged so perfectly and so tempting to the eye. Or do I continue to look for crumbs on the plate that belongs to me? Searching endlessly for one tiny little scrap that I know is no longer there. Knowing all along that I can only have one plate. The answers to these questions may be obvious to some. Yet, for me, these questions are more difficult. You see .... Although my cup and plate are both cracked in many places and have stains that can never be removed, I love them. The times when they have been full are few and far between but I love them anyway. One might ask, "Where is this awful place, where the people are so poor that they can only afford one cup and one plate?" I will tell you. It's a community I'm sure you have all heard of. A community called Marriage. |