'Trash To Treasure' Poem by Linda Winchell

I have made some lovely birdhouses',
Out of small cartons, normally thrown away.
Took my trash to treasures,
With glued beads and buttons, on them to array.

I hung them all when finished in our tree,
Facing their openings towards the house.
So that I could see, birds busy at work,
When they came back to nest,
And take themselves a spouse.

There was another who did the same,
Over two thousand years ago.
His name was 'Jesus of Bethlehem',
But the art He did was so much more.

He took our trash of sin-filled selves,
And too treasure He did form.
And I'm told He's still recycling,
Of Mankinds Souls, He's now reborn.