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Forbear

 

 

Charles Dickens - Kid superheroe collage

 

 

 

Forbear

 

 

Come

Stand in my shoes

Come walk where I have been

Come see through my eyes

Come

See all that I have seen

 

If you could wear my skin

If you could feel all I have felt

If you could feel the words spoken in my ears

If you could feel all the pain my hearts been dealt

 

Take all I have experienced

Take my memories and make them yours

Take all the cuts

All the bruises

Take all the wounds from my private unseen wars

 

Let my tears fill your eyes

Let them over flow and fall

Let the hard floor be your comfort

Let no one hear

Let no one come

No one at all

 

Love will be elusive

Love will not be for you

No matter how hard you work

No matter how sincere

How loyal

How true

 

You will always be at fault

You will always be wrong

You will always need to turn the other cheek

You will always be forced to be strong

 

You will see others rise with ease

You will see them look on uncaring as you fall

You will see them float by on gilt edged clouds

While you beg

While you crawl

 

When you need it most

You will find no shade and shelter

You will find desert

Cutting rocks and scorching sun

You will be left to bleed

Left to thirst

Left to swelter

 

All the fruitless struggles

All the desperate prayers

All the bitter midnight tears

All the times you took the blame to keep the peace

All the pain

All those years

 

Run where I have run

Where I went searching for relief

Sleep where I have slept

Where I lay immobilised with grief

 

Stumble over the questions

The unanswerable mysteries of my life

Some things will never be understood

Some memories will always cut through like a knife

 

If you could stand in my shoes

If you could wear my skin

If you could see through my eyes

If you could be where I have been

 

Then

You would understand

Then you could empathise

Then you would forbear your judgement

Then you would feel more keenly the need to wipe tears from others eyes

 

You would laugh loud, and as often as you can

You would hug

And love

And hold dear

You would accept only what is real

What is given without pretence

Without hesitation

Without fear

 

For love has no fear

Love is honest, it has no fake

Love listens

Love heals and protects

Love lets itself be nailed to a stake

 

Love lifts up, holds and carries

Love deals in reason, truth and fact

Love will not turn a back to those in need

Love will not hesitate to act

 

Experience is a great teacher

In the loving it produces still more love

It causes buds of patience to flower in humble hearts

It opens discerning eyes to see the wisdom from above

 

So forbear to judge those that God does love

Forbear to criticise

Forbear until you’ve stood in their shoes

Until you’ve worn their skin

Until you’ve listened with their ears

Until you’ve seen their world

Through their eyes

 

 

Rach

2014

 

 

“But why do you judge your brother? Or why do you also look down on your brother? For we will all stand before the judgement seat of God… Therefore, let us not judge one another any longer but, rather, be determined not to put a stumbling block or an obstacle before a brother.”

– Romans 14:10, 13

 

 

“If only I may grow:  firmer, simpler, quieter, warmer.”

– Dag Hammarskjold

 

 

“It’s not enough to have a dream,

Unless you’re willing to pursue it.

It’s not enough to know what’s right,

Unless you’re strong enough to do it.

It’s not enough to learn the truth,

Unless you also learn to live it.

It’s not enough to reach for love,

Unless you care enough to give it.”

– Anon

 

 

 


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Don’t Understand

 

Forbear to judge - swift Kick

 

 

 

Don’t Understand

 

 

 

 

There are so many things I just don’t understand

They leave me wondering, leave me scratching my head

Puzzled and bemused by things that have been done

By words written or things said

Negative, critical, bitter, jealous, or judgmental

Competitive, shallow, vain, arrogant, and mean

It all just confounds me, just does in my head

 

 

I don’t understand a judgmental attitude

Making critical comments about whether others do enough

Pointing out flaws and failings and such

The judgmental person must be extremely tough

For they walk around with a big rafter protruding from their eye

While attempting to extract the straws of others

With nothing more than their huff and their puff

 

 

I don’t understand the obsession with looks

Looks that fade and change

As transitory as green leaves in Autumn

Looks that in this life are impossible to maintain

It’s the person beneath the skin and bone that matters

For when the outside shell eventually crumbles

The person beneath is all that will remain

 

 

I don’t understand arrogance

That air of superiority, the know-it-all without regard

Putting others down just to feel the up

The need to boast, to impress, to shock, to awe

But in reality the life of a boaster is just one big facade

No one can live up to their own arrogant hype

When they fall, they fall hard

 

 

I don’t understand people who say mean things

Who use their tongue to slay

To make another feel hurt, feel bad

To take another’s joy and confidence away

Such ones betray their insecurity and unhappiness

Two things that will never change

Until they learn to consider with kindness the things they say

 

 

I don’t understand pretentiousness

The endless effort made to impress with the material thing

It’s the way of the world, not the way of the truth

Possessions are limited in the happiness they bring

There is always some newer, bigger, better, trendier, thing

Impressing with things is a striving after wind

People of real substance don’t care about bling bling

 

 

I don’t understand bitterness

Holding on tenaciously to the hurt and the grudge

It makes people sad and negative

It’s paralyzing, they can’t move on, can’t budge

The mole hill becomes a mountain

And the mountain is endlessly large

Bitterness makes permanent what should have been a wipe away smudge

 

 

I don’t understand competitiveness

Those who have to out do everyone else in every part of their life

Who must be ‘the’ popular single, the ‘it’ couple, the ‘super’ parents

The ‘successful’ husband, the ‘perfect’ wife

Unrealistic expectations of themselves and of others

Only lead to frustration and strife

Choking individuality, a place where real trust and friendship cannot survive

 

 

I don’t understand those who let jealousy get the upper hand

Who are not happy to let another shine

Who envy the attention, the happiness, or the nice things, another has

Who are always thinking ‘that should have been mine!’

It eats them up, leaves them hollow, feeds their discontent

Working to bring another down does not remove their issues and insecurity

Happiness is an elusive thing to a jealous mind

 

 

I don’t understand why some always have to be the leader

Always have to get their own way

They won’t give in easily or let someone else set the pace

They stomp their feet, throw a tantrum, grumble and criticism

Then wonder why people walk away

Lasting friendships can only be forged

When people feel respected, considered and are given a say

 

 

I don’t understand why we all strive to be an individual

But then let ourselves be squeezed into some satanic mold

Where we are taught to think his way, do his deeds and suffer his reward

Our life bought and sold

And what will be left when it’s all stripped away?

When it’s in with the new and out with the old?

Will a thing of warmth and beauty remain, or will we be a husk, shallow and cold?

 

 

So no – I don’t understand why we don’t remove all our own big rafters

Before commenting on another’s little straws

Why we don’t pay more attention to the inner person rather than the outer

Why we don’t close more easily bitter or jealous doors

Why we think things ‘make us’ rather than ‘fake us’

Why we strive for the bigger, better, cabin on a sinking ship

Why we continually seek human, rather than heavenly applause?

 

 

But despite all these things I don’t understand

I’ve found one thing that I do…

Imperfection is something with which we are all blighted

So how grateful we can be to that one up above

Who sent his son to release us, who keeps all our road ways lighted

Who understands our plight, who will continue to help us fight it

Until finally one happy day, all our wrong ways will become righted

 

 

 

 

Rach

2010 

 

 

 

” But the end of all things has drawn close.

Therefore, be sound in mind, 

and be vigilant with a view to prayers.

Above all things, have intense love for one another, 

because love covers a multitude of sins.”

– 1 Peter 4:7,8