21 October 2020

OctPoWriMo 21 - Sweet

How sweet are Your words to my taste,

Sweeter than honey to my mouth!

Psalm 119:103


I found the honey in the tomb

And it was sweet.

I took it home

And shared it ‘round

And it was sweet.

You mixed it with a bitter drug

And called it great.

You built a shrine and locked it up

To keep the lepers out.

But honey doesn’t spoil

And, beneath the acrid bane,

It is sweet.

You’ve tried to keep it to yourself;

You walled it off to keep it safe;

But it was not meant to be hoarded.

Fling wide the gates,

Break down the walls,

And share with all.

It is sweet.

 

4 comments:

  1. Interesting thought provoking poem...well done !

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  2. Well done. This image struck me: "You mixed it with a bitter drug

    And called it great." Thank you. xoA

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  3. Break down the walla... and share with all.. what a lovely thoughtful write.. Sweet :)

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