I read four poems during our “special music” time at Englewood yesterday. The first three were “Poet” by Liberty Hyde Bailey, followed by two short Sabbath poems by Wendell Berry. The fourth poem was one that I wrote for the occasion, that is my response to all the violence of recent months (especially after Ferguson), and the ways so many people today — on the Right and on the Left — dig their heels in and are averse to dialogue.
Our Only Hope
C. Christopher Smith
As you move through your everyday life
Look at the people surrounding you
The people God made and that God loves.
Who are those who most differ from you?