My beloved, My daughter, if only you could see

How deeply and how extensively you often times hurt Me.

Like just the other day, when I gave you that glass vase

“Thanks,” you managed to mutter, though I read the truth on your face.

Well, what you don’t know is emptiness is not the full gift.

It’s the lifetime of flowers I intend to shower you with.

But I need somewhere to put them, something that can hold;

Thus that thing you see as empty, I see as ready-to-go.

Now it’s taken twenty-three years to get it like this

To mold, polish, and refine this customized gift you dismissed. 

So take it out of the rubbish and be proud of it.

Expect big and beautiful things though they may come bit by bit.

And now come and sit with Me and watch our bouquet grow

And see that My abundance and your emptiness make quite the duo.