Remember Lot’s wife?
She used to go to the market on the corner
And on Tuesdays she played bridge
With the girls in her play-date group
– If wine glasses are playing cards, anyway
Or sometimes they’d have margaritas
With a nice thick salt rim

Remember Lot’s wife?
Three days a week she drove the carpool
Took a minivan of kids to school
And even, in summers, to the pool
Dance classes on odd days
And even soccer or little league
Or motocross at the salt quarry

Remember Lot’s wife?
She headed up the fundraiser
For the band and the mission trip
Taught middle school Sunday school
Hosted the ladies’ Bible study
Was helpful to everybody
Took slights with a grain of salt

Remember Lot’s wife?
She bought that empty city lot
For a nice community garden
And sold the best tomatoes in town
Sometimes whole and red
And sometimes green and fried
Golden brown with pepper and salt

Remember Lot’s wife?
She planned her daughter’s wedding
And her husband’s mayoral run
The best events Sodom ever saw
And I heard her hospitality
Was so renowned abroad
She served the salt to angels

Remember Lot’s wife?
Before she even left she missed her life
The shopping and the driving
The funds and the fellowship
Being the pillar of her community
And she just couldn’t leave it
So she became a pillar of salt