Sunday, December 17, 2017

It slips in, a small stain


After I Timothy1:1-14

It slips in, a small stain,
almost unnoticeable
to the unwary, the busy,
the focused. It grows in place
or continues to seep in
and stain until it can’t
be missed or ignored,
lying there announcing
itself without words,
often accepted with words
when it offers position, or
influence, or control, or respect,
or even simple acknowledgement
of one’s self, one’s worth.
It doesn’t take much;
the stain destroys what
it touches. The wolves
are always watching,
waiting.


Photograph by Neven Krcmarek via Unsplash. Used with permission.

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