We need to see through Him
As Him
With Him
To never overlook the least of these again
Those on the edge
Of reason
Of our sensibilities
Our prejudices
Echoing in the recesses of the dead man we should have left behind.
How can we not hear?
The waves of judgmentalism
Rolling onto the shores of our credibility
Escaping our mouths
Like modern-day Pharisees
We are that man!