Saturday, August 24, 2013

In Faces of Strangers

to see them 
with kindness

to see it as you do 
softens the blow of 
          prejudice-hidden smug,
          arrogance as obsessive,
pride in vanity; 

it's gnawing humility 
          in hungered fits of 
but more: 

I'm unworthy of your heaven
the hell of my own creation.

let me see through your eyes, 
but moreover, 

          into your soul. 

Poem © 2013 Rick Burnett Baker 

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