The White Board
The whiteboard hangs on the wall.
People walk by and write on it.
It conforms to the ways of others, it can’t help it.
The people think their mean comments and shrewd drawings don’t hurt it, but they do.
The teacher walks in when the whiteboard has had enough.
He erases the stains and rude comment and pictures.
He makes it clean again!
The people come back,
they always do.
But every time the whiteboard calls,
the teacher comes…
You
you are that whiteboard.
The people you hang out with, the things they do, affect you.
But the teacher, the shepherd, the king, the wonderful counselor
comes to clean you when you ask.
No matter what you have done or how much you have conformed to the ways of this world,
He erases.
He forgets.
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