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.
