Whether we are
the balm healing wounded souls
or oil poured upon smoldering fires:
that is our choice;
the way we choose is the calling we answer.
Conscience can make heroes of us all;
but that demands that we listen.
Conscience demands that we open our eyes,
look, and see.
Answering the demand of what we witness
is even another choice unto itself.
We are not automatic angels,
responding on cue to the signal of the Almighty;
nor are we mere groveling beasts
answering our bellies, organs, instincts,
and nothing more.
We are embodied spirits,
owning the blessings and the curses
of both body and spirit.
We are singular, unique beings,
yet intimately interconnected
one with another.
Our soul's realization comes through
accepting, then accentuating,
both that uniqueness and that interconnection--
not in some haphazard balancing act,
but in all ways and always,
in the very days we live
every season of our lives.
jbs
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