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Judge? Or Judged!
by Diana Isham One day I was pondering On my life's trials When my mind started wandering Over ill-traveled miles; Miles that have grown From my birth, to this time, Gathering seeds I've been sowing Since childhood's climb. I thought on the times I've met sister or brother, Then my narrow mind chimes 'There must be another!' Another so 'good' (at least in my mind); Someone I'd rather call sister or brother. They just seem to be 'so far behind In qualities' I'd look for to be in another. So rather than 'stall' And 'tarnish my name' I put up a wall I'll call judgment game. Although the game Doesn't seem to be much. Because in my mind's frame 'I'm just getting in touch.' In touch with the things That I think in my mind, Are precisely what bring Me'to my own kind!' But while I am grudging In this state of mind I find I'm not judging The fact I've gone blind Blind to the fact I really should see That good judgment is lacked In none other than me! Dear Friend, If you are desirous of reprinting this poem I would like to make a special request of you... I would be tremendously appreciative if you would you please take the time to let me know where and what posting or publication you will be posting or publishing it in. May God bless you with a wonderful day! I am a lover of good literature and music and am a writer of such (or at least I try to be). Among other things, I love to read and write poetry. I love people, and hope through my writings and otherwise, to be an influence for good in the lives of those whom I meet and come in contact with. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |