Impact
IMPACT
Perhaps the weather is wistful or bonnie bonnie good,
who can say, but i think on the grayest of gray days,
eyes stay closed, sunshine is but a bitter dream,
unless you’re the rare goody-goody Pollyanna-type,
before the huge branch plummeted her to certain sorrow.
A little girl with saintly hair hearkens to a friend’s dare.
Her toes tremble as she feels the safety of a robin’s branch.
Alas, this little one never learned to fly,
but fly she must and hit solid ground.
Why must sorrow’s impact finally save a soul?
Why couldn’t love come much quicker?
Aunt Polly’s neighborhood had already hugged the saintly face
and only they could bring her back to life
for each one held a piece of her.
And Aunt Polly, poor bitter Polly, must be a late bloomer.
But after all, the Good Shepherd does leave the ninety-nine,
to find such a one.
~ ~ ~ What do you think? If a man owns 100 sheep, and one of them wanders away, will he not leave the 99 on the hills and go to look for the one that wandered off? And if he finds it, I tell you the truth, he is happier about that one sheep then about the 99 that did not wander off. In the same way your father in heaven is not willing that any of these little one should be lost.
Matthew 18: 12-14 (NIV Bible) ~ ~ ~
3/15/2018
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