The ugly one

You are not by any means the prettiest man I ever saw,

Nor are you kind faced.

No flattering words fall from your lips,

no gentle hands have you.

Yet you cry just as I cry.  You feel just as I feel.

No difference between us when alone, human,

that’s what you  are.

So what am I?

Who said I could judge?  Who said you did not have

gentle hands, was it me?  

Did I not look deep enough to see your smile, did I miss

 it whilst looking at your scars?

Did I not hear your impassioned plea?

I am sorry, perhaps I am the one not kind.

Perhaps I did not share with you a smile nor a kind word. 

My cruel barbs mocked Gods creation. No gentle hand of friendship

Did I offer as you fell. 

I am the ugly one my friend, may God forgive

My  ignorance.