I’m of a mind of shepherds today

Of those rare few who protect

Rather than consume;

I’m of a mind of Francis today

Who i wote to regularly

Of the abuse I met at the hands

Of one of his own

And he never wrote back

But i’d like to think

Maybe he read those emails;

I’m of a mind of the dead today

Of a man who moved the needle

Maybe just a little bit

And nudged a billion people forward

How much more could any of us

Ever hope to do