   A sponge comes to mind. Because I could soak up love To make a cold heart kind. I could absorb faith, to help someone see life through, Oh, there are a mulitude of deeds, that surely I could do. I could drink up the rain, to quench a traveler's thirst. Or absorb all that rain to reveal a dazzling sunburst. I could partake of all that sunshine, to radiate hope for a dying soul. Cleanse an open wound, so that it can be made whole. A soft pillow I could be, for a wearied head. Or maybe a soft sponge pad, for a pet's bed. I could wash away someone's troubles, Or draw a bath of a zillion bubbles. Maybe I could catch a child's falling tear, Or wash a mansion's windows clear. So if there was something else, that I could choose for me. A sponge could absorb the thought, of what I would like to be. Soak up your dreams ~ dream on. Tomorrow is the future and beyond. Written in 1986 ©Barbara L Chambers Carter All rights reserved. If you wish to use this content in any manner, you need written permission. Contact Bluejay12blc@gmail.com 
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