The mechanical worm

 Plumbers use a mechanical worm

To clean out blocked pipes you know

But how does a person do the same?

How does a human being cleanse themselves?

We are able to detoxify through diet

Yes indeed: we can cleanse ourselves

What about our souls? How do we?

Poor humans that we are...

Cleanse those inner poisons...

We hang onto so many toxic memories...

We poison ourselves with dark thoughts

We poison ourselves...

With our diet of unwholesome foods

With drugs and alcohol

We need to cleanse our souls to find them

We need to erase our sins...

No longer be blind to them...

We need to find forgiveness from our Lord...

But we cannot seem to let things go...

We mull them over...chew them...spit them out...

But sometimes we take them up again...

Forgetting that we have already been forgiven...

God promises to forgive us if we repent

Yes...if we go and sin no more...

But it is so much harder to do that we surmise

Well surprise, surprise...

Satan is delighted when we listen to him

When we believe his infernal lies

He tells us of our iniquities...

Reminds us daily of our epic fails...

Makes us turn away from our God...

Telling us that God has turned His face from us...

Because our sins come between us

How many times have we to look back through our lives?

How many times do we forget to let go...

Of a grudge or hatred for our hurts?

I held onto my hatred and anger: if you will

From when my little girl was hurting

I didn't realise I was still bearing a grudge

Against those girls and their mums

I thought it was all over and done

But in reality it was not...

I still felt animosity...resentment 

At their unfair treatment...their cruelty

Their nastiness...to me and mine...

It wasn't until many years later that I tried 

To ask forgiveness from another

I apologised but was rejected again

No olive branch was ever offered in return

So still it smouldered...held within...

If we could look inside ourselves

And truly see the ugliness of a grudge

The nastiness, the anger, the bad thoughts...

If we could really see the damage done

By unkind thoughts and hatred held in thus

Could we describe is as a cancer

A huge growth: putrid: filled with pus...

Could we then excise it: cut it out?

With a hot knife dipped in pain...

Wouldn't we drop it like a hot poker?

That burns and singes; gasping in pain...

Better to never ever pick it up again...

I see that anger and hatred eating people up

Devouring all the goodness that we hold dear

Like a giant mechanical worm: inside of us all

Keeping us trapped within ourselves; hiding in fear...