The first son answered, I will not go, but afterwards thought better of it and went.
The second answered, certainly Sir, but did not go.
We can ask ourselves: do we go where we are sent?
Or do we go where the wind does blow?

We judge.
But those who know they are wrong have the better idea.
They we grudge.
But we rest in our own anaemia.

Perhaps for one moment we could be full of gratitude.
And full of love.
Often, it is not others we should criticise but our own mood.
For what is resented or regretted by the dove.

But the moment passes and we go on our own way paying lip service.
In the end it is only to us that we do the most disservice.