I think I’ve always known this and you have known
this too, but we are past the time where wearing
hair shirts or rending our skin will help, my dear.
So, what do you think we should do – shall we join
an agency of good, and help around the world,
or do the opposite – go join those who do evil.
No, I think not – then all the faults would be mine.
Your faults are mine by Elizabeth Bachinsky from
her poem Valley from the book Home of Sudden
Service.
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