The Vase

A vase stood in a corner
And watched the world go by
It was a home for spiders
And a deathtrap for the fly.
It sat unloved and dusty
Old fashioned and ignored
And it thought itself unlovely
And its owners only bored,
But one day there came a new face
Who wiped away the grime
Shook the spiders from their lodging
And spent a long long time
Examining its patterns
And checking all around -
For the vase so long neglected
Had finally been found!
Now it stands in place of honour
For all the world to see
A long forgotten treasure
And as rare as it could be.

We may not see our treasures
Or the beauty that’s within
Until someone else has found them
And the healing can begin.