How Quick We Are to Judge
I once met a old woman;
thought by many people to be mad.
She mumbled to herself;
and with expression oh so sad.
She raised her hands into the air;
odd gesture to be sure;
Others passed said; 'mental illness';
for her there is no cure.
Some stepped aside when she passed;
afraid she might rub off;
Others simply stared at her;
and with harsh words did scoff.
She sat beside me on a bench;
never once glanced at me;
as if I wasn't there;
alone: content she was to be.
My curiosity profound; I strained
to hear what she was saying.
Thinking she would speak nonsense;
I heard instead; her praying!
Whispered words to God above;
she raised her hands to Him;
and spoke a simple prayer ;
but sounded like well written Hymn.
We misjudge those we don'tknow;
and think of them instead;
with unkind thoughts and labels;
they are the walking dead.
Why bother with them at all;
would we bother to know a fly?
in our perfect world we pass them by;
never taking time to know them.
My question is simply why?
The prayer she offered was not for herself;
nor for anyone she knew;
askingfor compassion and forgiveness;
for ones like me and you.