Feeling a little out of sorts last week, I wrote this poem to myself.
(I think it worked!)
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
When wells of love in me run dry,
and I no longer see
the cup of living water
kindness offers up to me;
When anger veils my tender view,
and shadows dim my soul;
When I feel cheated of my due,
and giving takes its toll;
When those around me seem to merit
naught but martyred sighs,
the answer is to look upon them
with our Savior's eyes.
My vision, through a darkened glass,
is blurred by shades of pride.
His charity, if I but ask,
will light me up inside.
Compassion is a gift of grace,
born in humility.
May I seek Christ in every face
and find His love in me.
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