October 11, 2005

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  There is an old bucket,
  Lying out beside the fence,
  Why anyone would keep it,
  To me just made no sense.

  
  

   

  
  

  The bottom is so rusty,
  No water will it hold,
  The handle is all twisted,
  The bucket is so old.

  
  

   

  
  

  For many years I kept it,
  For the good that it had been,
  It used to serve a purpose,
  But that was way back then.

  
  

   

  
  

  Now it’s just an eyesore,
  A useless piece of rusty tin,
  I thought that I would trash it,
  With other junk and then….

  
  

   

  
  

  I heard the sound of thunder
  In the distant sky,
  And then a softer, sweeter sound,
  And this one was near by.

  
  

   

  
  

  Was the sound of summer raindrops,
  Beating a rhythm like a drum,
  I listened in amazement and
  Then began to hum.

  
  

   

  
  

  I noticed a sparrow taking refuge,
  Underneath a big green tree
  And he began to sing along…
  With the raindrops and with me.

  
  

   

  
  

  I saw the leaves were dancing
  And flowers swayed, beautiful and bold,
  As raindrops on an old rusty bucket
  Made music to cheer the soul.

  
  

   

  
  

  I lifted my eyes toward Heaven
  And thanked My father there,
  For teaching me this lesson
  And now with you I share.

  
  

   

  
  

  I was feeling just as useless
  As that bucket seemed to be,
  Just going through a season
  Of thinking no one needed me.

  
  

   

  
  

  But then I was reminded
  That to give an encouraging word or smile,
  Could mean the world to others
  And that makes my life worthwhile.

  
  

   

  
  

  All things serve a purpose,
  So look around and consider again…
  The things you thought were useless
  Like the rusty bucket made of tin.

  
  

   

  
  

  Author Unknown

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

                            LOVE AND LIGHT —STARWOLF
  

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