The Making of Saints in the Inner City

I dare you to love the destitute, the ugly ones, the addict, the criminal, the liar, the abused & the abuser. 

I dare you resist the fear & resentment surging in your mammal mind.

I dare you to love the woman who mugged you & left you stranded, phone-less at the Union City Bart station 45 minutes before your job interview, the day after your husband left you.

I dare you to unclench your fist.

I dare you to forgive the 26 year old dropout who knocked up your daughter. Twice. Who has a rap sheet for car thefts, burglaries, possession of meth & hypodermic needles. Who killed himself in your driveway on Christmas eve.

I dare you to walk gently, unarmed in this world.




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