The aftermath of my poem

What happened when I put my poem, Good vs Bad, up on the wall next to the time clock. Long story short, it wasn't there at the end of the day.

I posted a copy of my poem right by the time clock for everyone to see. I also made an extra copy so I could make other copies with the office scanner to give to my grandma to give to relatives for Christmas. (she likes to buy for Christmas EARLY!)  Everyone loved it; I didn't even get one bad review. I even did two inpromto poetry readings; once with three of my fellow associates and once with assistant manager Felix.  ( who missed it the time before) They thought it was the best thing they ever heard. Then, at the end of the day, the poem was gone off the wall. I was really sad about that.

That poem was gone for one of three reasons; the person liked it so much that they wanted it for themselves, 2. the person didn't like it because it had the word God in there and it was too "controversial" for the work place, or 3 they wanted to steal it, put their name by it, and claim it as their own. But now that I look at it, it doesn't really matter. 

My poem served it's purpose one way or another. Weather the impression was good or bad doesn't matter because it still made an impression. That poem didn't belong to me in the first place. God is not only the author of that poem, he's also the author of my life. I want to make sure my life turns out like a masterpiece in the end, so God knows he didn't do all that hard work for nothing. My thoughts and my words aren't my own. My thoughts are God's, and I'm the messenger that turns those thoughts into actions. My poem served it's purpose; it made them think, it got to them, and hopefully it inspired them. It still remains a mystery why that poem just all of the sudden went missing, but everything happens for a reason. I have to accept the fact that whatever materialistic things I have or make will either get lost, stolen, broke, worn out, or thrown away. The thing that I will always take with me is the heart and soul that made writing that poem possible. That will never go away. My heart and soul is God; without whom I would never have this ability if he hadn't put it into my "hard drive".

Good vs Bad, Right vs. Wrong....
These are daily battles wa have to fight no matter what. That poem gone off the wall is not going to make me back out of my religion; it's going to make me come back even more agressively. My religion is not something I'm giving up. I will rather die than to not be a Christian; Jesus lived and died for me and I can live and die for him. I asked God into my heart when I was 5 years old. I made that comitment then and I don't regret it now. I stick to my guns and I am my own person; I would know if I was a clone! ;)

Author's Note

It's pretty strong stuff huh?