The Keeper of The Keys,

Image: Lee Friedlander, 1966

Magpie # 96

"When you say a situation or a person is hopelss, you are slamming the door in the face of God."

~Charles L. Allen

We have all heard of someone like that

you know the one that whispers are stirred from
like rubble in a dust storm

there's one in every town and maybe around the corner

a coffee table conversation piece from the wrong side of the tracks
everyone has heard one story or another

it is a person that you would never let step foot in your door

who knows what would happen

or what would be taken

so you never

take a

chance

or

give

the

time

of

day

you

have

more

important

things

to

do

than

even

look

their

way

just

keep

walking

don't

get

too

close

or

open

windows
or
doors.




We think that we are above it; throwing stones, and giving up,but we do it in so many ways not blinking an eye.  You do not have to hold a rock in your hand and throw it at someone's dirrection to have committed the act of judging another's actions, or deciding they are beyond repair. We put God inside a box, lock it, and then play His part.  We think we are the keeper of the keys, but God just allows us to turn them within our freewill. We think we can descern what is worthy of reaching out for to save. Oh the blessings we miss out on when we do not let God open up the door to what is possible in this world.

The Callused Knees of Mercy,

The open arms of humility can build a mighty bridge

and reaching hands hold hope

that they shall surely give

but you cannot reach a hardened heart

with the calused hands  from condemnation's workings

for it can only be touched by the callused knees of mercy.

Sharing with lovley Emily at Imperfect Prose

Crawling Inside Someone Else's Shoes

To know what bravery means we must crawl inside the shaking knees of a soldier standing behind enemy lines, that has no choice but to face what he has feared.

To know what prejudice means we must crawl inside the closed eyes of someone who cannot see beyond the wall of hate they have themselves built

To know what trust means we must crawl inside the open arms of a child that holds on to their faith in the unseen with all the might they have.

To know what grief means we must crawl inside the heavy tears of a mother that cries when faced with children at joyous play, for she is only reminded of the child she has lost.

To know what love means we must crawl inside the full heart of a person who has lost everything for the sake of someone else, and done it gladly.

To know what strength means we must crawl inside the still back of a paralyzed man who has learned to accept his frailties.

To know what loneliness means we must crawl inside the weary voice of an old woman whose words are only silenced by her own ears.

To know what mercy means we must crawl inside the mighty hands of God after we have let Him go.

Consider This.....

Imperfect Prose with Emily take a look you will be blessed.

In a perfect world, would there be an absence of mercy, grace, and compassion, for they were no longer a necessity?.......

Or possibly would it be a perfect world because they were in abundance?