on being dismissive

What is this murder growing in my heart?

This subtle arrogance of my own way –

If all the light that shines, illuminating grace and peace and love

Has come from You; a gift and not my doing,

How, then, is my heart encased

In such superiority?

 

I proudly boast of broad-minded thinking;

Of loving all – my neighbors and my friends.

“Love your enemies,” Jesus said.

I don’t think I have any.

But there are those who do not think like me.

They judge and divide and separate with hate.

These folks are fools, and I will not

Reach down to play in pools of narrow thinking.

I’ll keep myself clean by rising far above,

And not muddy my shoes by stepping in such filth.

Their dividing up of love is utter trash

I’ll stand aside and holler out, “Thou Fool!”