There once was a little bitty teapot
Whose spout was too small to pour
The bigger teapots laughed at her smallness
And overlooked her for adventurous chores.
She nestled herself in the cupboard
The darkness hiding her little tears
Stains from the daily dripping
Left the little teapot with unwanted souvenirs.
Over time her outer shell showed wearing
Her color had turned a dull blue
For once she shined such reflections
As a mirror viewing all in the room.
Till one day she awoke in utter darkness
Placed and packed away in a box
Sent far away with other garbage
Awaiting the end of her heart.
Suddenly fear struck as the light came
But a gentle and kind smile graced her frame
Soon she felt strokes from a master artist
Sealing her cracks with new stain.
Gently he buffed all the old paint
And soon a fresh coat was applied
But now she was not just one color
She shined a resilient scene of winter nights.
He covered her belly with big fir trees
And a cabin with a sweet nestling fire
A snowy scene full of beautiful snowflakes
Now made for a mural at night.
He cleaned her within finding buildup
That caused her little spout to be closed
But gently for days He worked on her
Till finally such love freely flowed.
He packaged her nicely as a present
And left her on the steps of a home
As the doorbell rang he soon left her
And the whispers were heard “Children, come along!.”
As the little door opened shrills and laughter
Delight and joy filled the air
The little teapot had no idea what was happening
Surrounded by little eyes that stared.
Then suddenly she was presented as a treasure
A one of a kind crafted teapot
The craftsman had made her so uniquely
No other could ever take her spot.
The children sat about a kindling fire
As the house mom poured warm tea inside
The little teapot soon realized her purpose
Was to bring to little orphans sheer delight.
She told them of how she was smaller
than all the other teapots she ever knew
How her pot had become worn and that her dullness
Had covered her with sadness and gloom.
But then a kind and very gentle artisan
Who saw her potential cared for her
And then soon she became completely crafted
In a way she had never before knew.
The children were so still you could hear a pin drop
Their little faces just smiled and dreamed
And soon the little teapot knew her assignment
Was to go love the very least of these.
November 29, 2015
–Shelly Wilson :))))))))))
(Thank you Lord for this..!)
