Some people seemed to me to be no good,
as they were full of things like greed and hate,
the termites in their hearts like rotten wood.
It looked to me as if it was too late
for them to be redeemed from all their crimes,
like arrogance, and sloth, and jealousy.
Though some were young and some were past their primes,
their seediness was all that I could see.
But then I saw myself as also seedy
and full of many qualities I loathed
and found that for salvation I am needy,
though, outwardly, in virtue I’ve been clothed.
Within the seediness, where none can see,
O risen Christ, You’re like a rose’s seed.
Mario A. Pita