Looks can be deceiving
You see that proven most every day.
People judging the way others look
As very different…an unusual of way.
But what is not seen you see
Lay really deep in the heart of man.
For that is where ones true beauty lie
It is where… beauty really began.
For how can we see the splinter of wood?
When there is a plank within your eye… now owned?
Pre-judging one on an outwardly appearance
When it’s the heart of man…yet to be shown.
Judgment calls…yes… we too one day shall see
By the Maker of all Mankind.
Unseen lumber in thine own eyes… my friend
For the entire world now to see.
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Judgment calls…yes… we too one day shall see By the Maker of all Mankind. Unseen lumber in thine own eyes… my friend For the entire world now to see.' Truly expressed nice poem.