CONVICTED
As I shook his hand I knew
he wouldn’t shake his conviction.
He wouldn’t change his mind.
He was he and I was I -
and I wasn’t going to
change my mind either.
I knew that. He knew that.
I knew he wouldn’t come back
to another meeting like this.
As he walked away
I thought of other people
who have passed out
of my life like this.
Is it the way I say things?
Is it my convictions and
my inability to change?
He made me feel
like a kid selling lemonade
on the street - and it was
a cold day – and nobody
wanted what I was selling.
Everyone was walking by.
Being human can be rough tough stuff.
Being a Christian means ridicule.
rejection, and the way of the cross.
Being a priest – most think priests
are going through. Some do; some don’t.
Then up go walls – with locked doors
built of fear and assumptions – with
everyone forgetting Christ goes through walls.
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2015
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