What balm is there
in being right?
Especially rightness,
righteousness
grounded in bitterness--
are you joining me in my misery?
I do not want
my happiness to come
at the expense of yours--
as if there were some
limited supply of it;
some small cupful--
snatching at the drops
that fall.
If I want compassion+mercy
extended to me
then I **** well better
extend it to others.
And so I go forward,
waving olive branches.
Will you grasp back?
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC
What balm is there
in being right?
Especially rightness,
righteousness
grounded in bitterness--
are you joining me in my misery?
I do not want
my happiness to come
at the expense of yours--
as if there were some
limited supply of it;
some small cupful--
snatching at the drops
that fall.
If I want compassion+mercy
extended to me
then I **** well better
extend it to others.
And so I go forward,
waving olive branches.
Will you grasp back?
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