As I ponder today's passage, I am struck by King Solomon's questions of a new plant:
What medicine are you?
What are you?
What is your name?
To whom are you hateful and to whom are you useful?
On the rare occasions that a plant speaks to me, I have never thought to ask these questions. Not even to ask its name. Yet neither have I ignored the plant(s).
But I am struck deeper when I pose the questions to myself.
I will ponder this question throughout my day:
To whom are you hateful and to whom are you useful?
What medicine are you?
What are you?
What is your name?
To whom are you hateful and to whom are you useful?
On the rare occasions that a plant speaks to me, I have never thought to ask these questions. Not even to ask its name. Yet neither have I ignored the plant(s).
But I am struck deeper when I pose the questions to myself.
I will ponder this question throughout my day:
To whom are you hateful and to whom are you useful?
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