Tired Of Pointing Fingers Poem by Lynn Anne Brown

I'm tired of pointing fingers
And having fingers pointed at me
About what we didn't do
And what we couldn't see

I'd rather write invitations
And accept those that come my way
To understand the meaning
Behind the things for which we pray

For beyond our reach alone
Lies the things that we will need
If we are to build the understanding
That will help us to succeed

As we lift ourselves from hatred
Hoplessness and poverty
To reach the shining place
Where each voice
Rings proud and free

As we learn to sing together
Of the things we need to see
Before we can claim the prize
Called Truth and Liberty