Reflexively, we do a lot of things, some of which we aren’t proud of. Suddenly, regardless of our spirits, our bodies begin to act.
Our hands raise themselves to slap our spouses.
Our mouths speak hurtful words.
Our feet run swiftly to do evil.
Our eyes stare lustfully at another’s.
All, within the space of milliseconds-
For that’s all what’s needed for reflex actions
So we need reconfiguration, right?
For if we lose our saltiness, how will the world taste godliness?
As those events in our recent (or not so recent) past
Threaten to diffuse every trace of salt in our lives,
We get hurt, we hurt others.
That cycle of hurt continues so rapidly, it results in the shutting of hearts, and I don’t mean the transient shutting of AV valves that happen in diastolic portions of the cardiac cycle.
It’s more like mitral stenosis that becomes more and more severe;
Resulting in lesser and lesser filling
But once again, I reiterate
That if we, Christians lose our saltiness, how, just how, will our world taste godliness?
We are the salt of the earth- remember?
The light of the world?
We come to God and ask for help,
Which he so graciously gives to us
We have become new;
Then we teach;
Teach others to become new.
So, it’s another Monday. Today’s poem is on moments, appreciating them and taking second looks at the seemingly mundane. Enjoy! MOMENTS You never know, you just never know There he was last night, holding your hands, Looking into your eyes with passion beyond expression, And then; here he was this morning, telling a sad tale of never! Who knew love could become so tasteless overnight? It had seemed over in less than a flash; So much for the deep love you shared. Where it all ends, you just never know! Memories of baby’s not so far away childhood, Flickered before her eyes like a dimly lit flame Was it not just last summer she had started crawling? And in what appeared to be less than 24hours, She had walked, jumped and taken sandwiches to school And now, she fit smugly into a graduation gown, cape and all, Her baby was now a grown woman And those memories were all she had left! He stroked her tapered fingers lovingly as he wept by her beds...
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