Among

In the middle of it, doing what was right and well

Making those cast aside whole and there was no wonder

Only jealousy and condemnation, a hate enough to seek

And kill it, put out someone who would walk the edge

With sinners, someone who would not adhere to law

But love, dangerous because he criticized tradition

Have we not learned from the past which comes again 

It is not in the strictest adherence where the sacred is found

Or in the pushing of my own way, but in the silent places

Of the soul that listens beyond, far away in the healing 

Waters, or leaves drying every tear, holding the wounded

World