Small infant new and premature
Your cheeks I bathed with kisses pure
Your Mom’s I touched with soft caress
Through endless days while care did press.
Those early tenuous days did pass
With faltering steps you stood at last
I kissed your face when ‘ere you fell
My taste a gift as time would tell.
I ran with you as knees you skinned
And elbows bruised I came to mend
Each time I called I left a grain
A gift of mercy wrought from pain.
The day your brother took to bed
With fever hot and burning head
I came to comfort childhood fears
Left crystal grains for later years
Friends didn’t call, pets did die
I came when called and with you cried
Bestowed salt grains condensed from tears
To concentrate for later years
Your father left with words unsaid
Your mother never left her bed
More grains of salt I left in you
Those bitter days to see you through
But salt condensed within the soul
Has purpose more that must be told.
Your friend who lost her unborn child
Took comfort from your kindness mild
A word you spoke, a touch you gave
Lost souls redeemed from lonely graves
Words and deeds of truth and love
From salt distilled in times above
And me one tiny liquid tear
Working in you year by year
No purpose but to concentrate
In you the salt of loving grace
Matthew 5:13 “ You are the salt of the earth” NKJV
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