The Bad Apple

[Blissfully Blessed]

The Bad Apple
by Holy_Loved

The bad apple had a spot;
as slowly it began to rot,
infecting apples all around,
until the good could not be found.

The fermentation began to grow
at a rapid pace, which started slow,
contaminating all about
until they all would be thrown out.

The apples needed someone strong;
to see that bad did not belong,
and separate it from its place,
before this rapid rotting race.

The same applies to a rotting land,
which noone seems to understand;
as rotting does what rotting knows,
contaminating good that grows.

Sin is just the same as rot
beginning as a single spot.
The barrel is much larger though;
It has the world in which to grow.

But people have been given voice,
and mind, and heart to make a choice.
We don't have to sit and rot
like a bad apple with a spot.

Please feel free to share my sister's heartfelt poetry. It's with her permission.

[caligal]

I love this poem also.