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 well
How best appreciate another:
To love the perfect man I am
And know the same about my brother.

That mote of wrong I oft beheld
In friends and neighbors to condemn,
Inflated by a beam in self,
Was error lodged in me, not them.

When Love unveiled self-righteous pride,
I humbly prayed for heavenly light.
The answer—not to judge but love—
Removed both beam and mote from sight.

Carol Frederic Higgins

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