At times abused
but always used -
so does he disapprove?
I should have known
he's left alone.
Himself, he cannot move.
He cannot walk.
He cannot talk.
It seems he is entrapped.
No working ear,
he cannot hear.
Could he be handicapped?
One might deduce
he's of no use
and futile is his time.
And I can tell
he cannot smell.
So poor, he has no dime.
Is he distressed?
Is he depressed?
His life seems very grim.
His name is 'Dirt'.
Should he not hurt
when we're ignoring him?
We pull his weeds
and plant some seeds -
then use the garden hose.
And with a flood
he turns to mud
as everybody knows.
When rain has poured,
we thank the Lord,
that food has filled our room -
then thank the sun
then thank the sun
for what its done
when flowers are full bloom.
But how we hide
the dirt outside -
though we don't think we're mean.
Who understands
when washing hands
that we judge Dirt unclean?
We think we know
but wrath will show
when we are judged by God.
Who thanks that soil
for all its toil
when manicured our sod?
No one will thank
the Dirt's low rank.
We entertain with fun!
But Dirt, who cares
with your affairs
and work that you have done?
Can we not sit
and think a bit
of someone we have hurt?
Don't build a wall.
Please thank them all -
including Mister Dirt.
Apologize.
It's always wise
for we've all wronged someone.
Let's live in peace.
Let judgment cease
for God's work isn't done.
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