Forgive me, Lord, if ever I should wrap myself
in pharisiac robes when I see another fall
In no way am I greater
because of another’s weakness.
At the most it only turns the eyes
of the crowd away from my own frailty.
Few of us would ever think of hurting someone
physically
but too many times we have used the power
of "talk" to kill.
Here, Lord, take these stones I hold.

Auteur: Glenna Oldham