The county jail of York, ME
was about a hundred yards
from the Congregational parsonage.

I lived in that parsonage
as one of its ministers
back in the early fifties.

I never thought to visit the inmates
who lived across the street.

True, they didn’t belong to my church —
but they were likely human beings
who might have appreciated some caring.

Certainly Jesus would have approved.

When I evaluate my past
and look at some of the things
I might have done and didn’t
I am ashamed.

Later on I learned to do better
and hope that the Good Lord forgives.

But I will never forget my neglect
back when I had so much to learn.

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