In degrees
we’ve grown tenebrous,
stain layering stain.
Ears saturated with -isms.
Mouths sermonising bitterness.
Calloused eyes and fisted hands.

We have
forgotten that
grace begets grace,
and that only light
can dispel the darkness.

Help us
(in the face of dogma)
to choose
. . . . (germinating glory),
. . . . (listening for love),
. . . . (lifting persecution),
. . . . (exposing blemishes).




PAD 20 in November

For today’s prompt, write a light poem. The poem could involve light, like from a light bulb or the sun or it could involve the concept of being light, like lighter than air or lighter than an elephant.

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
– Rev Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches

Story of the Pharisee and the Tax Collector

Jesus told this story to some who had great confidence in their own righteousness and scorned everyone else:

 “Two men went to the Temple to pray. One was a Pharisee, and the other was a despised tax collector.  The Pharisee stood by himself and prayed this prayer: ‘I thank you, God, that I am not like other people—cheaters, sinners, adulterers. I’m certainly not like that tax collector!  I fast twice a week, and I give you a tenth of my income.’

“But the tax collector stood at a distance and dared not even lift his eyes to heaven as he prayed. Instead, he beat his chest in sorrow, saying, ‘O God, be merciful to me, for I am a sinner.’  

I tell you, this sinner, not the Pharisee, returned home justified before God. For those who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted.”

–  Luke 18:9-14