Do you ever feel the fool--
By those inept things you
Inadvertently do?
By those silly things you might say--
Then wish you'd kept quiet that day?
Too soon the wisdom we so much desire
Becomes a burnt offering on pride's pyre
And any self-esteem we possess
Flees from self-induced angst and distress
Aye, there's the blasted rub of it!
Oh, that's the flub a dub of it!!
We've upped and tripped once more--
Oh, what a stinking bore!
But...just maybe that's the way it was meant to be--
For if we always performed and spoke perfectly
(Perhaps I'm just speaking for myself here!!)
Each head would be such a tremendous sphere
With its own orbital satellites
With its own days and cyclical nights
We'd be our own silver moon and shining sun,
Never needing anything or anyone!
So, maybe being a fool isn't so horribly bad!
It's inflated egos that should make us really sad!
Thus, it's better to crash in faulty walls
Then to be one of those smug know it alls!
And, I have to freely admit
That crashing is just half of it--
The other half, you see,
Is having peace with me!!
To forgive myself when I err
And still to speak, to do and dare--
Living fully and completely
As what we were all born to be--
Beloved and cherished oh-so tenderly,
God's precious children of human frailty!
Cathy J. Montgomery © 2002
Psalms 103:13 As a father has compassion for his children, so the Lord has compassion for those who fear him.
14 For he knows how we were made; he remembers that we are dust. NRS
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