On Being Human

 

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How often have we pointed with pious, self-righteous dirt

at another struggling in living’s quagmire of hurt?

How often have we stolen, for the pleasure of a lie

the very thing we criticized in someone else's eye?

How often have we decorated our sorry state,

knowing full well we will repeat the very thing we hate?

How often have we withheld the forgiveness we all need

to nurse our injured feelings or to justify hates’ greed?

How often have we stumbled, hoping no one saw us fall?

How often have we, by the grace of God, survived at all?

© Janet Martin

Here is a light-hearted, yet profound take on the story shared in the link above.

Mum by Daniel Romo

Man gets life for stealing tube socks. -FOX News I want to believe it was a quality striped pair sporting character and flair, rather than an all-black accessory that conveys uniform necessity. I’m hoping he swiped the socks and sped through the mall, tucked the bag under his arm like a football he was determined not to fumble, while he jutted and juked though the food court until he tired and a team of police tackled him to the ground, rather than him simply stashing them in his waistband and being caught on camera by an overzealous store manager looking to score a promotion. I’m unsure what crimes he committed those other two times, or why he risked freedom for a common, cotton product. But who hasn’t done foolish things for the chance to feel something soft, new, and smooth so close to their skin? There are times when we live our lives according to our own laws, when we give in to sin to see if what we didn’t have is worth being imprisoned in a personal jail and only our conscience can make bail. I picture the man sitting on the edge of his cell’s mattress. Leg crossed over the other, foot dangling, swaying from side-to-side like a   life-sentence pendulum,      white socks glowing under prison garb like shining informants that will never tell.  © by Daniel Romo. Used with the author’s permission.