| | Its presence is overlooked, as is its worth. Day by day, it stands firm. We assume that it will never leave, never forget, or never break, but how can we be so naïve?
Slowly, the hinges become old and rusty. It has opened and closed countless times. Sometimes we forcefully kicked it, other times we gently crept its latch, making little or no noise at all. Nevertheless, we forget; could we not have taken a moment to appreciate its worth?
It sounds so elementary to be describing an object with so much emotion, but with each passing day, with each passing breath and with each passing Sunday, we forget to restore its brokenness. In all honesty, we casually use it and we fail to recognize the end of its life. The imminence of its last breath means little until it ceases to work accordingly to our actions and desires. Maybe we were much too negligent to acknowledge its pristine place in our lives, I mean how many times have you opened and closed, opened and closed it?
We left it to wither away, and even its groans of pain following years of diligent service could not even engage our attention. Sadly, but realistically, we chose other “important†responsibilities over it. Today we mourn for its passing; tomorrow we will forget all about it; what will the day after bring?
A fatal flaw almost all too familiar is our tendency. It is a conscious decision that we must not fail to recognize.
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| | Posted 7/20/2006 9:36 AM - 24 Views - 4 eProps - 2 comments
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