in the hall this morning I heard again
soft strains of Gregorian chants against
a backdrop of hissing traffic and water
rushing through the pipes, the monks’ voices rose
like a soundtrack to life recalling conscience.
my mind teases thoughts of righteousness, deep
in my heart the Lord’s prayer rehearses itself
as echoes of beatitudes remind
me to refrain from judgement — lest this sinner
be judged and found wanting . . . but under grace
is it not our inalienable right
even our responsibility to live
hope against fear and the loathsome penchant
of the self-righteous toward punitive judgement?
David M Pitchford
2 September 2012