Poem for the Pharisee and the Tax Collector October 20, 2016 by Bill Fulton
Two men went to the temple to pray Was either sincere? I’m unable to say. For the temple itself is a stage in a way, where people strut, elbow, hawk, kneel, beg and bray.
And what’s in the heart – can anyone say? Was either man searching his soul on that day? Did the innermost man confess or portray the angels who guard and the demons who slay?
When daily I stand on the stage of my life flinching, exposed and thrown into the strife, may I act with integrity, speak from the heart may the outer and inner be all of one part.