14th Sunday after Pentecost Mark 7:1-23

The young child grew and blossomed

Full of love and joy

Each morning was greeted with a song

And laughter

And a glass of spilled milk

Graciously lapped up

By her best furry friend

Under her chair

And her days were filled with new adventures

Exploding her horizons

With each new discovery

And a fair sampling of dirt

Smeared from soiled hands

To now soiled clothes

Until one day

The clouds seemed to cover the sun


Than they did before

And she learned not to spill her milk

Though she never did figure out


To feed her furry friend

And one day

She learned something new about dirt

And where she could not play

And where she could not wipe her hands

She also learned other things

She could not do

Until one day

While sitting there sad

And very still

She learned

She was a good girl


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