"The Wiener's Circle " [Community Contribution Set Of Poems]
A wiener he? We all are, yet we think
We’re not – of course we are; our beings stink;
Yet Spirit’s presence in each meaty life
Transforms a wiener from its darkest night.God brings folks here, the broken, not-yet-fixed;
A healing time for those whom life has blixed;
“Can old folks enter new birth’s womb again?”
Of course – come in – Christ rids us of our pain.“Clay pots we are” wrote Paul in days of yore;
He was no fool, for well he knew the score –
Treasure within, transforms each part of clay –
From broken pots the Spirit wafts its way.Just plant the seed of Spirit in one’s life,
Then let him go, inside rampages light
Into each crevice darkened from despair –
Where once a wiener – winner’s walking there.Thanks Lord for this.
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