True Angel - Poem by Uriah Hamilton
There should be shame
In judging too quickly
The prostitute or the banker;
The drug dealer or police officer,
The homeless man or the real estate agent;
Everyone is surviving with their damaged child within,
Sometimes hurting others but mostly wounding
Their own defenseless souls.
Everyone is in a dark room
Reciting prayers to become a person
With a sense of dedication
And a heart that cares,
Everyone is trying to discover
Their embryonic Jesus image
And birth their genuine spirituality.
Trust the healing universe
Which is the power of forgiveness;
Live as a friend to both the defeated
As well as to the arrogant victors who are unaware
Of the debilitating unfairness they extend to themselves
When they lose the power of humility.
We are cursed with our humanity
But our humanity is the true angel.
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