what we know
about ourselves
serves us well
to know ourselves
a little even a little
is the absolute beginning
of our life soul knowledge
as we begin to know ourselves
we begin to know soul torn others
to know our fatal flaws weaknesses
our errors faults base transgressions
to live with such transgressions
is a hard lesson to absorb learn
so often what we dislike hate in others
we despise recognize in ourselves also
Is this not one of our pierced
main reasons for internal conflict?
Should we not remove first
the weighted rafter in our own eye?
Before the tiny tiny splinter
in our neighbour’s smiling eye?
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem