Again I Ask, Do We?

This powerful poem is entitled “Do we?”

Who is to Blame?

Do we?

Do we blame the murderer?

Or do we blame his alcoholic father who beat him and his mother?

Do we blame the weak mother who stayed with the alcoholic father and allowed it to happen?

Or do we blame the mother’s stepfather who raped her every other night for three years?

Do we blame the stepfather’s uncle who snuck into his room one night when he was visiting from out of town?

Or do we blame the uncle’s mother who died or his father who abandoned him for a life of drugs?

Do we hate and look down on them for not having the strength to break the cycle?

Or do they hate and look down on us for not loving them, our neighbors, as ourselves?

Do we think our sins are less than theirs?

Or do we see our pride and judgment for what they really are?

Do we think it’s okay to hide in our ignorance and in our safe bubbles?

Or do we see what it means when we ignore or condemn the freaks, the ones we don’t understand, or the ones whose sins are “greater” than ours?

Do we think we are good or better than anyone?

Or do we see our own sins and especially our “lesser” sins that contribute to the sins of others?

Do we blame ourselves for what we’ve done or haven’t done, for what’s been done or not done, and for whats been given or not given to us?

Or do we go to the beginning and blame the serpent who orchestrated all the sins of yesterday, today, and tomorrow?

Do we strive to do better once we know this?

Or do we know we can’t trust in ourselves to do better, but only in God’s love, goodness, and power that works through us?

Again I ask, do we?

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Written by Stacy S

What would you like to know about me?
I love to ponder while drinking a cup of coffee. I am a wife and a mom. My husband works hard so I can stay at home. I am a person who continuously strives to grow (especially in the faith department) and to be fully present––so I find myself turning the ringer off and placing my phone out of reach many times throughout the day. Writing allows my mind to sift through the distractions of everyday life. It is my release, my passion, my way of sharing a part of me. It slows me down so I can focus on the important things of life. Writing makes my heart float. My favorite bible verse is Psalms 46:10, “Be still, and know that I am God…” It is He who is truly in control, so why not let go and follow His lead? I need daily (sometimes hourly) reminders of this. Oh, and my favorite color is purple. I love sunshine, trees, the sky, and the smell right before it rains…and I love to read. The end.

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