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Spiritual I loved a game of Pick-up Sticks
When I was just a girl.
I'd take my turn and flip out picks
Until a loose one curled.
And then I'd let the next child play
Relinquishing my turn,
Until it came back round to me
And the pile of sticks I'd churn.
Our lives are like those Pick-up Sticks.
No man lives to himself.
We all touch God's other creatures...
Not secluded on some quiet shelf.
What we do, how we speak, to our neighbors
Have many, far-reaching effects.
I may move them to do something better,
Or ignore, or estrange, or neglect.
When I have a turn at life's game play,
I hope I'll react as I should,
And let what I do help my neighbor...
An incentive for right and for good.
I didnt know which one to comment on, so I picked this one because pick-up sticks are always fun. Thank you so much for commenting on so many of my poetry :) I felt special.