Scourging

A small-framed woman,
humbles the mighty with her love
of Jesus, of the poor.
He words scourge my conscience,
tearing into my complacency,
revealing flesh calloused by self-interest.
Her rebuke burns me
everywhere I look,
as if I'd been staring at
a lightbulb filament.


This is a brief reflection after reading "Mother Teresa, In My Own Words" while in Las Vegas.