Clothes in the Washing Basket

"...of truth I perceive that God is no respecter of persons" -Acts 10:34-

They are packed like sardines.

Carelessly, like refuse in a trash can

Classless. Like a Marxist society,

Citizens of the washing basket have no status.

No rights, No privileges.

In the washing basket there are no minorities

Only dirty laundry.

 

They are all ready for the detergent baptism:

They all need a cleansing, they all need a rebirth.

Both the bewilderingly torn pair of socks

Comfortably sucking the cologne

From the heavily wrinkled black tux,

And the dyed designer denim

Sandwiched between classy chinos

And a pair of soiled hankies.

 

The laundry man cares less

About the fabric or the make

His focus is on the dirt.

Reviews

[Celie Rose]

I enjoyed reading your poem. But, do you really feel that God does not care? Your writing is deep and full of meaning. Good job

[MadalaJose]

He cares. A lot actually. Only that He doe not look at the accidental qualities of the person. He sees the heart

[alifeacoustic]

You have a wonderful perspective on life my friend, to capture such thoughts, from the simple and everyday. This was wonderfully penned. Thank you for sharing.

[MadalaJose]

Thank you friend for the review. I appreciate

[alifeacoustic]

You're very welcome