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THE SIN OF PRIDE


Puffed up with pride,
All bluster,
We take our stance
Certain it is we
Who are the injured.

Smug and secure
Wrapped up in our
Blanket of self-righteousness
How easily we forget
In Whose image we are made.

In profound ignorance
We remain estranged
From one another, and the Creator-
Too compelled by hate to
Remember and honor
His humble request:
To love.

K.Tate Jacoby
September 8, 1999

        
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