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.