Before the church she knelt upon the street
To pray, I thought: I won’t disturb her now;
Yet, then she fell while struggling to her feet.
To help the needy always is my vow.
The widow coughed—she scared me to my core—
I helped her up, but she did cough again;
Her skin felt hot—I could not that ignore—
To catch this bug is not what I intend.
I have a choice, a moment to define
My soul, for who I am or who I claim
To be—who was I now? the worst or best?
My mind is good, I’ve never been unkind,
My nature is quite moral. Then it came:
Is this my moment absolute? A test!