Monday, June 8, 2015

Perfect Beings

You arrogant fool.

You believe you have no flaws.

That you do no wrong.

Any damage done to you,

The worst event you have experienced,

Is nothing when compared to the damage you have done.

Your pride and arrogance,

Of believing you have a perfect record,

Has left children to the point of frustration and wrath.

And until you can see with clarity the monumental pile of your own shortcomings,

And the grace so abundantly poured onto you,

You will never be able to forgive those who did you harm.

And you will never be vulnerable enough to hear the words of those around you,

And they will be cursed with the frustration of condemnation and judgement.

Forced to feel invalidated, unseen and unheard.

<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© June 2015

No comments:

Post a Comment