The mensch probes heart, conscience,
finds fault and with it, humility,
the need to proffer himself,
to give and give gratuitously
as means to make amends,
in his own eyes at least,
allowing them to raise for a moment
from their downward gaze,
gift returning to the giver.
Knowing fault will never falter,
the proffering is endless,
part of the fabric of the mensch’s life,
like breath, rolling in and out,
like remorse, like failure,
like beginning and again beginning.