Divided Loyalties

    I cannot blame others for having their loyalties divided.

    Their hearts twisted and turned, at times.

    Or tempted.

    Because I know myself, too.

    What hypocrite be I,

    If I were to cast stones upon the woman in the street?

    Caught in excruciating shame

    A victim herself,

    Of hunger, poverty, bereavement

    Or a hundred other powerful, and human, and sometimes

    Overwhelming and even niggling things

    Who am I to judge?

    Who judges me?

    The same who will judge us all.

    To Him I give my cares.

    And yours, too.