Poem August 4, 1962 ISSUE

THE MOTE AND THE BEAM

Carol Frederic Higgins

The holy import of mote and beam,Judge not, awakened me to pray.God's angels pierced self-righteousness—Dislodged my beam in Love's Christ way.

This way taught me to ponder wellHow best appreciate another:To love the perfect man I amAnd know the same about my brother.

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