This poem and associated investigation of the topic of judgment digs into the essence of who we are.
Am I jealous of your ignorance
Because I wish that I were too?
Do I call your innocence, stupidity
Because I can’t do what you can do?
Why do I judge
When I know that I don’t like it?
Is it because I know I’m you
But I have no way to fight it?
Did I create a “heaven”,
To prove that I’m better?
Is it because I think I am now,
And I just want to be forever?
Well if “God” is always right,
If I try to judge I know I’ll fail
So if I refuse to admit this
That’s what will keep me in this “hell”.
I wrote the poem above when I was on a flight from Baltimore to Orlando. There was a family coming on the plane who had never flown before. Out of nervousness, the mother kept apologizing for her family and confessing…
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