Salty Statues

You want to look back…

Romanticize the lies

With lofty notions of satisfaction

Though,

You were completely lacking.

In truth, you prayed to be saved

From the void of the cave

That was once your shelter.

You cried out loud with sounds

From the ruptured shroud

Of sadness.

Yet, you still are in disbelief

When you’re given a way out?

Still,

Perplexed at the movement of the cloud?

Manna falls where it is found

And shady trees fall without a sound.

God is the author of the life you live;

He has good things to give

To His children, His beloved.

Child,

You were being consumed.

The inferno was whirling around you.

You wouldn’t move and

You needed to be rescued-

What else was the Lord to do?

Sometimes your determination

Is the object of affliction.

God knows your heart,

So when He says to leave

Or forces an egress,

Even into a potential wall

Or off a cliff,

Trust that there is a plan and purpose in it.

A tragedy it would be

To receive a grand blessing

But perceive regressing.

God’s work is not for you to fathom;

Don’t delay in doting upon the past.

Leave without looking back.

Don’t become a salty statue;

Receive the blessing He has.

And wipe your tears

Lest the salt dries your soul.