A Pebble in My Shoe

“Who can say, I have made my heart clean, I am pure from my sin?“ Proverbs 20:9

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There’s a pebble in my shoe,

One of those small odd shaped ones,

That often fall securely to the side,

Only rubbing a little.

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Not a big pebble,

Yet not too small.

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I know it’s there,

I know it doesn’t belong,

But it isn’t so large that I need to stop,

To empty it out.

In fact, if I toss my foot just so,

I hardly know it’s there.

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Once in a while,

It jumps right out of it’s crease,

And settles beneath my heel,

Zapping me back to the realization,

That it really doesn’t belong.

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Then I shake my foot again,

And send it off,

To hide in a crease.

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I could shake it out,

But I’ve grown accustomed to its presence,

It’s sort of a game,

How far can I walk without getting zapped.

And it’s like having a deep secret,

That no one else knows.

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Sometimes I talk to it,

It’s like an old friend,

Then it bruises a toe,

And becomes an agitation.

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Soon I’ll toss it out,

I can do it any time I want.

I think.

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It won’t matter if I toss it out,

Or if it stays,

It doesn’t affect me that much,

At least not than anyone else would notice.

Well, except for those who see me limp,

Or occasionally jump.

But otherwise, no one can tell.

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I have a pebble in my shoe,

I call it sin.

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Tags: Pebble, Proverbs, Shoe, Sin