Often I do not suffer fools lightly –
a great sin because there are
so many fools in the world,
especially those arrogant ones
who do not suffer fools lightly.
It’s difficult for me to embrace
my human family because I refuse
to set down the stones I bear in each fist.
Stone bearer, stone caster.
I chuck those bruising missiles
to relieve the weight of my own burden
but immediately find myself
picking up more, ever on the ready,
never letting it sink in that it is the weight
of those stones that keeps me yoked
and grounded to this dark, dark earth.
O child of God, where did you ever gather the notion
that compassion makes you vulnerable?