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.
Through my myopic eyes, a fleeting image of a little boy is formed on my retina A little boy in a little suit, Treading the familiar bushy routes before him The boy had neither escort nor directives And surely, he needed none For a 4 yr old on the road possesses more maturity than a 10 year old in ‘comfort’ Swiftly, she navigated through cars held in traffic An adventurous smile tugging at her split lips Providing snacks for impatient car-owners And though panting from car-chasing, She had a visible life of passionate content She probably planned to get off the street, Forsake her hypothetical ‘street-urchin boyfriend’, Give up this demeaning way of living, But I feared she wouldn’t! She hadn’t been wired to get off the street And sadly, she was too content to stage a forced exit. Children on the road and teenagers of the road, Not choosing to be this vulnerable Yet hooded and shrouded in the cold, Filled with shreds of hope that the fut...
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