I wrote on my Facebook page:
“I want no monuments to myself. When I die, I’m a little teapot; pour me out.”
Indeed, the thought was inspired by current news events. People I don’t want to emulate. But not just that— that point isn’t really my focus here.
As Maya Angelou wrote, “People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
I do hope that after I’m gone, I will have left a mark. But I don’t need the mark to bear my image or my name. I hope all I have done points people to LOVE (as a noun and a verb) and that, in some small way, I’ve helped those whose lives I touched feel that they belong, are worthy of love, and are a full vessel.
Here’s my second point.
After I posted the line, “I want no monuments to myself. When I die, I’m a little teapot; pour me out,” a friend commented.
“Welp, if this isn’t a poem waiting to happen, I don’t know what is. Haiku for you:
No monuments please
When I die, I’m a teapot
You can pour me out!”
With a little help from our friends, we are better. They can help us see the pottery and the poetry.
Proverbs 27:17