Love Poem: The Salt of the Earth
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Written by: Woodrow Lucas

The Salt of the Earth

The Salt of the Earth

Who is the Salt of the Earth?
Is it Pakistani musicians making music with pyramids and suffering?
Is it Pakistani musicians finding suffering in heart problems and untimely 
hospital stays?
Is it Jordanian warriors tied to their culture, but yearning for the love of the world?
Is it soft hearted geniuses doubting their own efficacy but yet affirming my soul?

Who is the Salt of the Earth?
Is it Divinity Students weighted down by the complexities of a God who would 
forsake the downtrodden?
Or good hearted economists calling them commies?
Is it bow tie wearing conservatives who feed my mind yet bring a wry smile?
Is it Lesbian ethics professors who wage war on injustice?

Who is the Salt of the Earth?
Is it Jewish prophets of industry who volunteer to fight on the front lines and 
receive stress and conflict in return?
Is it Jewish prophets of industry who write with courage and integrity to 
publishers who shun the very idea of the Divine?
Is it cross wearing angels of administration who work behind close doors of 
schedules and student suffering?

Who is the Salt of the Earth?
Is it Buddhist clinicians who start health care programs and help the unfeeling to 
feel?
Is it loving pastors who pray with sincerity and conviction?
Is it a woman on the street teaching the rest of us to be grateful?
Or is it some wonderful euphony?
Or is it some wonderful euphony of people in conflict, yet all serving the same 
goal?
Or is it some wonderful sound, as a sweet incense that though we refuse to 
understand each other or consider the others vantage, together because our 
hearts are good,
Together because our hearts are good.
Together because our hearts are good, we become a sound.
We become the sound of rushing water, and preserve the earth as one.