I am a teacher, writer and foodie. I lead a thriving RL Writer's Club and live in an incredible place of sunshine and beauty. I go under Banjodog and my published work can be found online.
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Written By: Juliette Bentley
November 25, 2014
You stand upon the dock of other's expectations
shackled by prejudice and despair.
An independent mind
proclaiming your resistance to bigotry
and petty mindedness.
You stole the excuses
that prevented action
when child was brutally broken at the hands of a parent.
You burgled and rummaged through
garments that clothed sycophants in superficiality
as you demanded food for the hungry,
medicine for the sick..
You protested and railed at laws which crushed
the hope of the simple,
and lifted from the dust the homeless man
whose mental state proclaimed him
"Too Hard" to care for.
And for this you are patronized and punished with silence,
for you are the outreach
whose passion and compassion
make the uncaring cringe
in their apathy.
It is not their judgment which counts.
It is your own.
Too many people attempt to make a difference in the world but are beaten by resistance to change and decisions about how funding should be used...another bridge or outreach? Who has the voting power ? In Matthew 25 the most resonant line is
what you do for the least of these you do unto me...