Real
12.27.06 (7:36 pm) [edit]
It is more important to be alive than holy,
To be open to others rather than pious,
To be a sinner rather than a prude,
To be aware of oneself before judging others.
The greatest saint and the lowest sinner,
Brothers and sisters journeying together,
Pilgrims on the rocky path of life.
Perhaps in God's eyes not so far apart,
Each has depths unseen where grace does its work,
Hidden,
In secret,
The chaos of life the binding force for it all.
We are told not to judge the heart for a reason,
The heart is hidden from others,
Our own heart a paradox of conflicting desires,
Aspiration,
Each life littered with failure, regret, the need for mercy.
So with gentleness approach others,
They are but reflections of who we really are,
Mirrors, reflecting back to us our own Masks,
The light and darkness we cannot face
Reflected in their faces.