Pulling Out Plumbs

“Be not simply good - be good for something.” —Henry David Thoreau He put in his thumb, And pulled out a plum, And said ‘What a good boy am I. —Little Jack Horner (partial nursery rhyme) Pulling Out Plumbs The yellow sun is not a stain. It warms with rays that reach the earth. Does the moon merely wax and wane? The day and night, each light has worth. A stalwart tree that faithfully a-shadows ‘round, under its leaves; gives temp’ral rest to birds; nutty food to squirrels; fruit, man receives. Are you just waxing and waning, pulling out plums, saying, “I’m good;” sitting still, simply maintaining, even nailing worldly sainthood. What is your path? How ‘bout the good that is your bent, your rays of light? Do not be found in good’s falsehood. Some former blind - God gave them sight.