There's something in you
that never strikes back,
that lets you bend under
the blow and come
gently upright;
something in you
that draws out laughter
here within earshot
of complaint;
something that's letting
sweetness through
the shadow of sarcasm;
something in you
whose grace is tact
in the face of spite;
something that doesn't end...
whose warmth is always
answering
the heart's cruel weather.
Something that is Christ ....
I can't see any
mote in your eye, my friend:
this something in you
is filling my own with so much
healing light!
