I found a poem I wrote back in 2003, after the Space Shuttle Columbia was lost.
Not too very long ago, I saw seven strangers die
It wasn\'t anything gorey, just a vapor trail across the sky.
I thought it wouldn\'t affect me much, but I\'ve been wrong before
The more I learned about their lives the more I had to mourn.
So can anybody tell me why
whenever I see that homeless guy
I hope that I don\'t catch his eye
because I know that I will pass him by?
a mercy undeserved and unearned
is all that I hope for
a grace that I refuse to extend
is also what I count on
when will I start to comprehend
the depths of my wretchedness
and start to live as one shepherded
extending true forgiveness?
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