When I see someone
With malice in his heart
I want to be the mirror of his hatred
Until I let myself see the God in him.
When I stand in error
Having done a thing I meant never to do
I view myself with loathing
Until I let myself know the God in me.
When we stand apart
Making differences of all we are
I want to win the battle of our wills
Until I allow the thought that we are both Creators.
Is it respect I must then admit to
Or tolerance or acceptance?
Or is it the caress of understanding we are One?
Copyright © 2009 Mary Beth Watt. All rights reserved.
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