Poems & Stories

Imago Dei

The good within me
that I always thought
was there, though I
never stopped to really
consider why it was
or how it got there
despite fleeting thoughts of
well this is how I grew up
or
this is what my mother taught me
more by example than by
saying so explicitly -
someone told me that
the good was not me
I didn't make me good
(nor did I start out that way)
nor would I naturally incline that way
and the good I see in others
is not there accidentally
or by random chance
but that all good
comes from one source
which
when I think about it
makes sense enough
that I know better
than to sing
my own praises
even when
I feel like singing.