A piece born of frustration at people using words without any real thought for their meaning, how they impact on flesh and blood realities; how they incarnate...
Compassion costs.
It makes our spleen sore
Until we can do nothing else
But act.
Justice upsets.
It tips up the tables
That penalise the powerless
And poor.
It makes our spleen sore
Until we can do nothing else
But act.
Justice upsets.
It tips up the tables
That penalise the powerless
And poor.
Grace engages,
Opens us to others;
Encourages us, despite the cost,
To give.
Mercy angers,
Infuriating us
To watch other guilty people
Go free.
Truth discomforts.
It gets under the collar
Of our respectable clothing
And burns.
Respect confronts
Our nods to tolerance,
To grant real regard and value
To all.
Love perseveres
Despite the messiness
Of betrayal and broken hearts
And hurt.
Hope nourishes;
Sustains our commitment
Way beyond mere optimism
Can do.
Faith challenges
All of our certainties,
Stretching us beyond what is seen,
To grasp.
Opens us to others;
Encourages us, despite the cost,
To give.
Mercy angers,
Infuriating us
To watch other guilty people
Go free.
Truth discomforts.
It gets under the collar
Of our respectable clothing
And burns.
Respect confronts
Our nods to tolerance,
To grant real regard and value
To all.
Love perseveres
Despite the messiness
Of betrayal and broken hearts
And hurt.
Hope nourishes;
Sustains our commitment
Way beyond mere optimism
Can do.
Faith challenges
All of our certainties,
Stretching us beyond what is seen,
To grasp.
Selah
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