I often turn to Howard Thurman, educator, philosopher, and poet, for inspiration and challenge. This poem seems especially appropriate for this season of Lent.

I Confess

The concern which I lay bare before God today is

My concern for the life of the world in these troubled times.

I confess my own inner confusion as I look out upon the world.

There is food for all - many are hungry.

There are clothes enough for all - many are in rags.

There is room enough for all - many are crowded.

There are none who want war - preparations for conflict abound.

I confess my own share in the ills of the times.

I have shirked my own responsibilities as a citizen.

I have not been wise in casting my ballot.

I have left to others a real interest in making

a public opinion worthy of democracy.

I have been concerned about my own little job,

my own little security, my own shelter, my own bread.

I have not really cared about jobs for others,

security for others, shelter for others, bread for others.

I have not worked for peace; I want peace,

but I have voted and worked for war.

I have silenced my own voice that it may not

be heard on the side of any cause, however, right,

if it meant running risks or damaging my own little reputation.

Let Thy light burn in me that I may, from this moment on,

take effective steps within my own powers,

to live up to the light and courageously to pay for

the kind of world I so deeply desire.

-Howard Thurman