I was at a relatives house and they were making my crazy! Everything I saw made me wince, and I found myself having conversations in my head with them about what they needed to do differently.
Externally,my relationship with them was nice enough, but strained. I just couldn’t relax. I felt like they were impossible to talk to.
Late at night, when everyone was asleep, it suddenly occured to me that I was the one creating the dynamic. My judgment of them was getting in the way of the flow between us. I suddenly heard my thoughts as if on speakerphone. And it wasn’t pretty. It was a constant stream of critique.
I thought about what my critism was doing to us. I wrote this poem then and there, and I vowed to change.
That was awhile ago.
Fix your clothes
change your tone
treat her right
clean your home!
(as if you’re blind)
how, with a tweak, a push , a pull
your world would be
that much more full.
And not just yours,
there’s his and hers
novice teachers, age old leaders…
I offer up my hidden shame
where in my head, voices blame
and judge – as if I”m in a cube of glass
presiding over faces pass
filing by for my inspection
all they need to reach perfection
Let this serve as my confession
I offer up my haughty nose
my unkind gaze,’my knowing pose
I hereby choose
a lowered chin,
and lowered eyes to look within
To shine with love
on all I see
and save, the harsh bright light,
the one that leaves no stone unturned