Judge not, measure not, The greatness of a soul;
By how one looks outside
By how one speaks or acts
By home where they reside
Instead observe how you react
Should you feel shame for them
Or pity should arise,
It’s that your mind is closed,
A heart wearing a disguise
Crooked faces, crooked smiles
Fool those like you and me
Crooked limbs on crooked forms
Create ill will, poorly we then see
We must offer love to one another,
For that crooked man you scorn
As God would have it is your brother
Heaven-Sent and Earthen-Born
ROTMS
1 comment:
A person must have a pure heart. Most people shy away from crooked faces or crooked smiles. Somehow, this poem speaks to many. We all should react with love and kindness because God sends these people to have us learn that we are all united.
One of the best poems yet, Ray.
MKP
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