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Collectible Scraps1


Phones that never ring;
                  Minutes in timeless watches—
                                      Hopeful seconds arrested by
                                                          Sounds barren years drowned out.

Heartaches that never cease;
                  Losses in sea-tossed bottles—
                                     Buoying memories floating on
                                                           Wide-screens stretching across oceans.

Home that never was;
                  Tears in comfortless pillows—
                                     Unwanted screams loudest in
                                                           Rooms empty promises fill.

                  Lies shackled
                  Sneers tackled
                  Prayers battered
                  Dreams shattered.

                                               Senseless scraps unconsciously collected.



Don’t hoard treasure down here where it gets eaten by moths and corroded by rust or—worse!—stolen by burglars. Stockpile treasure in heaven, where it’s safe from moth and rust and burglars. It’s obvious, isn’t it? The place where your treasure is, is the place you will most want to be, and end up being. ~ Matthew 6:19-21, MSG