Never a tool.
Shame is a sword to be hammered into a shovel, a spear to be hammered into a pruning hook.
Shame is a shield to be forged into a platter, a helmet to be forged into a chalice.
Shame is the native tongue of the Accuser, a foreign language to the Father.
Shame is the bargaining chip of this world, not the currency of the Kingdom.
Shame is a thief, not a patron; a mob boss, not a benefactor
Shame breaks bruised reeds and snuffs out smoldering wicks.
Shame lays heavy burdens that it never helps to carry.
Shame wounds and never heals, destroys and never builds, tramples and never tends.
