I was flicking through one of my journals recently and found these two 'thinks'. They were from totally different days and yet touch on some similar, if a little heavy, themes.
I guess I've been thinking about the layers and rub of perseverance lately.
Can God redeem
the stained things?
The hasty mistakes
Can God prune
the wild branches
and tame those tumbled things
to be a tree
by living water
Of course, the answer is yes.
is the waiting land.
The chew of life.
Sometimes life tastes
like the chip made from the rotten spud
(only you didn’t notice until you popped it innocently in your mouth).
You chew and swallow and even though
the foul flavour spreads
you can’t spit it out, it's not polite.
You just persevere and wonder if
perhaps it was just a mistake
and maybe tomorrow
(or the next chip)
will taste the way it should.
© Penny Reeve 2023
The Penny Drops
In high school I used to write what I'd call 'thinks' - little bits of writing about whatever topic or issue I was mulling over at the time. I still write these little pieces.
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