The Blasphemy Against the Holy Spirit #2231

The Blasphemy Against the Holy Spirit In the orchard of souls, a whisper warns, A truth profound, in scripture adorned. Against the Spirit, words must not be said, For they taint the roots, where life is fed. A tree stands tall, by its fruit defined, Good or bad, from the heart's design. A treasure hidden, in the heart's deep chest, Reveals in action, where intentions rest. The good man, from his heart so pure, Brings forth goodness, strong and sure. His words are seeds, of light and grace, In the fields of life, they find their place. Yet the evil man, with treasure dark, Spreads forth shadows, leaves a mark. His words, like poison, taint the ground, In the silent night, their echoes sound. For a tree known by its fruit must be, A reflection of its inner plea. Guard your heart, let good reside, For in its chambers, truth abides. Blaspheme not the Spirit's name, For such words ignite a flame. A fire that scorches, leaves no trace, Of the goodness, of redeeming grace. In the garden of life, choose well, From which heart your stories tell. For the tree is known by its fruits, In its leaves, the Spirit's truth roots. -Steven G. Lee (July 6, 2024)