I’ve met men of different hearts
And I’ve wondered
If men be not reborn and born as human beasts

Some strike as snakes
Some bark as dogs
Some roar as lions
Some crawl as worms
Some have a human heart
Kind, Compassionate
Of gifts they give
Desiring not the flashes of fame
Or the return in kind
But just a humble walk before men and God

Of myself, I wonder
Of what metal am I made
Why do I resent the pains of injustice?
And the consistent cries of the poor, poor indeed?

But I cease to wonder
When to beauty I turn my eyes
And am thankful for the good gifts of life