Flesh Is Meat
What is flesh?
Is it weak?
Is it meat?
Does it stink?
Only when dead, or maybe even alive.
Flesh is the part that owes a surprise
To the inner you, the favored you, the spirit you
Is flesh really you?
Why is it so hard to let go?
We can live without it
But it’s hard to acknowledge
Vegetarian or veganism is a road that’s least traveled
Because it requires discipline to say no
An obedience to say yes, and
A will to let go of eating flesh
To die to flesh,
To say “good bye flesh”
And live without flesh.
Besides, it’s only meat, not always tender
Sometimes foolish, and other times weary
But most times a distraction from purpose and destiny.
Are you willing to give up your meat?
Get rid of flesh to get rid of flesh.
Choose to die daily.
Copyright © Shy Brown | Year Posted 2022
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