James 

Be slow to judge, love mercy, persevere,
and let the proud man take for first place prize
humiliation, the flower’s passing perks

of color and perfume. Speak less and hear.
The best of our deeds are but a splendid vice.
And yet, lift up the poor. The rich man lurks

in plain sight, would devour even you.
We’re scattered like rain, but how our tempers rise
against the enemies of God. What irks
them is the judgment. Bless. They try to do
good works.