Your Poetry Dot Com - Salt of the Eart

Loud rings the call: “Salt of the earth you are!”
When time calls for Elections and Debate,-
Our nation was attacked and went to war,
Decision will determine our fate.

A Nation is enriched by such debate,
Call it “Community of Conscience” please,
That tests the heart strings of a Candidate,
At stake is life or death, and war and peace.

Faithful Citizenship asks for a lot,
It is a challenge with enormous weight,
Responsibility to Land and God,
Weigh issues carefully and pray for Light!

It heeds not rigid ideologies,
Nor questions such as: "Are we better off”?
But only "Can we hope for an increase
In faithfulness and in fraternal love".

It is great virtue to participate
In moves and processes political,
And thereby follow the express Mandate:
To be the Salt of earth’s puny ball.

Light of the world, salt of the earth you are!,
Salt! salt!, to heal, preserve and purify,
A little quantity dispersed goes far
To keep the flames of passion pure and high.

Salt, salt, oh marvellous commodity,
So highly priced by countless cultures old,
As tell the records of antiquity
Where Salt is called the heavenly WHITE GOLD.

Its use and application manifold,
As purifying agent remedy
For the sore throat a-gargling this white gold
Stops the infectious spread of malady.

The Roman soldiers' salary was salt,
"Named the Salarium" - the salary,
Allowances from Cesar's generous vault
That kept the Roman army strong and free.

Salt, salt as salary for service bold,
Remuneration held esteemed and high
The cure-all panacea called "White Gold",
A gift of sympathizing gods on high.

Salt for the grievous fatal wound or bruise,
For comrades wounded on the battlefield,
Salt did preserve, the food, the meat, the juice,
And cleansed the garments and the bloodstained shield.

Salt! - precious salt! that turns vapidity,
And staleness into spicy tang and zest,
And gives the blandest soup keen pungency
That satisfies fastidious palates’ quest.

Salt is on hand and does not take to flight,
To other realms in wild extasy,
But takes up 'gainst putridity the fight
While spreading flavor, zest and pungency.

“Salt of the earth” dear friends you'r meant to be,
But salt when stale gets trampled under feet,
But sparkling salt with zest and piquancy,-
This is the salt the world does sorely need.

Lo! Jesus asked His followers to be
The salt, the spice, and light in this dark world,
A remedy against putridity
By principalities of darkness hurled.

Salt of the earth you are, thus Jesus said,
And the world's light to brightly gleam and shine,
Pray flavor then with "bite" the meat and bread,
And soak the putrid sores in salty brine.

Salt loves to quick amalgatate and fuse,
And influence the mass, for Salt has clout,
Dispersing wisdom's flavor and the TRUTH
Which drives putridity and squalor out.

Salt does not flavor Otherworldliness,
Nor piety detached cool and aloof,
But trusts the power and strength of saltiness
To cleanse a dirty world with faith and love.