15th Sunday of Ordinary Time (C)
Look what fear hath wrought
It left a mortal wound
What will become of us?
We hone our blades on denier’s strops
Fingers pointing, jabbing
Bleeding out
Oh we are so smart
No one asks “who is my neighbor?”
Our faces glow unnaturally
One fingered strategists
Judge, jury and executioners are we
Spreading the contagion
We picked up online
Swapping spit with flat screen pundits
Fear infects and deafens and errs
If only we would listen
What is that sound?
A still small voice.
Do something.
The Samaritan says
Do something now to stop the bleeding.
The voice of God urges,
And you will live
You know what to do
It is not so mysterious and remote
It is something very near to you
Already in your mouths and your hearts.
The Deuteronomist says
You have only to carry it out.
Go to the opposite side
Wherever it may be
Make haste to the injured ones
Speak words that heal
Tend to their wounds
Tend to them
For as long as it takes.
Now you, Go and do likewise.
—Susan Francesconi
The Good Disciple 
The forces that hold me in place are strong. But my life will not be fully lived and as God intended until I summon the will to move to the opposite side.
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Brilliant, moving, and spot on. I interpret this as leading by trying to be the example. Compassionate, calming, loving, understanding. These actions can be the balm to soothe and heal our many open wounds.
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