Collector

Hmmmm…that one!

          I think I will take that one

That one right there

With the dirty edges and torn seams

It may look broken

But I have a good feeling about that one

Ohhhhhh… yes!

          Now that one I must have

Sure it’s faded

With very little color 

And not much life left in it

But new life can be breathed into anything

No, no…give me!

          That is not garbage

You see something unusable

But not me

I see how this one is still yet to bloom

And when it does…oh it will be magnificent

And so the collector goes

On her journey collecting

Collecting the things that were tossed aside

The things forgotten by others

Where others saw decay, she saw life

Where other saw a waste of time, she saw value

Where others saw ugliness, she saw beauty

Where others saw insanity, she saw creativity

She took these things she had collected

She poured time, compassion, and love into them all

Sitting them on her mantle with pride

Leaving them in better condition than how she found them

I think it is time

          Time to move on

All that has been collected has been restored

Ready to face the world on it own

Showing how all things can be transformed 

All uniquely beautiful in this ugly world