Dear Lord, you know me inside out,
and love me — warts and all.
You’re always there to comfort me
and catch me when I fall.
I worship you with all I have,
but sometimes, just the same,
it’s hard to comprehend some acts
committed in your name.
For where is love reflected
in a history that tells
how radical Crusaders slaughtered
Such hatred, even to this day,
is hard to understand,
as churches preach less tolerance
than shown at Disneyland.
Oh please, before I close my fist
to cast a hurtful stone,
impress upon my foolish heart
that judgment’s yours alone.
Protect me from your followers,
who claim the inside track on knowing
what “God’s Will” allows,
As each of us alone must answer
for the things we do
that cause another soul to stumble
on the path to You.
1997 Mary Boren
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Pompous politicians yammer,
pundits propagate the threat.
Trolls and bloggers join the clamor
spread across the Internet.
News reports reflect an image
of a nation on the brink,
polarized and poised to scrimmage.
People, stop. Be still and think.
Some are healthier than others,
some are wracked by pain or greed.
All are born of human mothers,
longing for the peace we need.
Can’t we learn to share the planet,
set aside the plots and ploys?
Stifle fearful hate — don’t fan it —
filter out the surface noise.
We the People, friends and neighbors,
sisters, brothers, husbands, wives,
quietly attend our labors
leading ordinary lives.
Bonded by conciliation,
we can raise a voice that’s strong,
blessed beyond imagination,
if we simply get along.
Mary Boren, 2012