The guilty party is before me
Usually I would restrain myself
And offer grace
This time I act as judge and executioner
This one surely deserves it
I pick up my stones
and begin to hurl them
Accusations
Criticism
Slander
Until my anger is spent
and sufficient punishment is doled out
When the dust clears
I look at the condemned
lying broken and bloody
and see a familiar face
Only then do I see the victim is me
Then comes the gentle reminder,
"Love your neighbor as yourself"
“I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world.” Mother Theresa
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