We walk through life,
never really touching one another.
To examine our own heart,
is too painful to bear.
So with clever mirrors,
we shine our revealing light into the eyes of our brother.
From bastions of cultivated naivety,
we’re so demanding.
The subtleties of blindness,
are so,
so demanding.
Man,
then makes his god,
in his own demanding image,
and so doing
circumvents the Love that was meant to be.
Pride demands we pay a price,
so we crucify Hope.
The Stone that confounds,
is that Grace,
is so undemanding.
It is so incomprehensible,
to think that Grace,
could be so,
so undemanding.
1985
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