Every year my friend Carla invites me to contribute a poem to her Lenten Reflections chapbook, distributed at St. James Presbyterian church. Here's a version of what I sent her last year. Working on it this morning, I thought about adding "what do we bless," to the curse question. But doesn't "to bless" come from the same root as "to wound"? I'll have to do some research...sounds like another poem waiting to be written.
SEVEN QUESTIONS ABOUT SALT
“You are the salt of the earth; but if the salt has lost its taste, how can its saltiness be restored?” – Matthew 5:13
Salt seasons, salt preserves,
looked at through a microscope,
salt blossoms into crystals, gem-like profusions.
Salt stings a wound, though blood itself is salty.
Lot's Wife was turned into salt for looking over her shoulder
at the home she had to leave behind.
“He has a salty tongue,” we say of someone who curses.
Of course the sea is salty. Of course tears are salty.
What do we look back at with longing?
What do we spice up?
What do we curse?
What wounds have we reopened?
When have we tasted blood?
What do we weep for?
What might we preserve?