The Splinter

The Splinter

In my finger it quickly did enter

Pain so great caused by that little splinter

It in itself was a true nuisance

Yet why don’t I feel the one controlling my conscience

The one that allows me to be prideful

The one that allows me to be mean and hurtful

The one that turns off my pain registry

So I don’t feel that hurting others is what’s hurting me

Hurting others is hypocritical behavior

It does hurt you and not just your neighbor

Splinters turn into wooden beams

So blinded at times are we it seems

Amen

JFFIII 9/12/25