What I've been up to?..you ask.

And this one writes and he knows
being wise: 'Loving
is courage; there is no fear
in love.' I take the beam
from my eye. 'Friend,'
I murmur, 'there is a mote'
in yours; I will not
remove it. Here is my heart
to be hurt. Here is my hand
for blaming. I give you
myself. Scribble me
with my faults; reap
my insolvency. Am I not
also in the debt of love?'

R. S. Thomas

beautiful, isn't it?