Bottle's scuffed and stained,
But the message came through, safe.
Message from another time,
Message from another shore--
Oddly distant, oddly current:
Unless you repent, you will all likewise perish.
Words I've heard before
In the Book, from the Savior,
After the tower of Siloam fell and killed twelve men
(No worse sinners, they)
And also from a friend whose repentance failed,
Whose life collapsed.
Now there's a message in a bottle once again,
Or really, not even a bottle--
In a clay pot, chipped and cracked,
Nothing fine to look at.
Same message, different vessel:
This time, I'm the bottle, the pot,
You just opened the message.
What will you do with it?
I hear that the divine bottle-washer
Is happy to clean up bottles like you.
With credit to Writers Island for the idea of writing about a message in a bottle.
Photo ©2010 and poem public domain by James L. Swindle