Who Made People?
Who made people the jury, the judge?
To point at a painting and call it a smudge?
They say they are experts,
but in reality they are flirts.
Drawing a line
telling others to pay a fine,
but breaking the rules,
and calling others fools.
They are the boss,
but they take no responsibility for the loss.
A great talent
A great soul
A great heart
A great skill.
Forgotten because of someone else’s words,
Lost and unable to fly with the birds.
A chance, an opportunity lost
at their own cost.
What can I say to get you not to give in?
I know how much you want to win
Life is a game you say,
but do any of us know how to play?
An expert was once a beginner,
Staring up at all those “winners.”
Waiting for a chance to say their piece,
and to finally gain that release.
So, what can I say?
You shine in your own way.
You may feel invisible,
but your soul is indivisible.
One day you will rise up,
and drink from the Winner’s Cup.
But I’ll ask just one thing of you:
Don’t become an “expert” to rue.
In those days remember
the bottom where you burned like an ember.
Longing to prove you exist,
while pushing back the darkness you resist.
Remember, when you get where you’re going,
the kindness, or the hate, you could be sowing.
Take someone higher,
do not sell your soul but be a buyer.
A sower of kindness,
and realize that, like you, they are never less.
There is no such thing as experts:
No, that is not how it works.
After fire comes rain
on a dry, dusty plain.
It becomes a field of green
with beauty everywhere to be seen.
And that is a person, who came through the worst
realizing there really is no such thing as “first.”
Experiences teach you
that this is what is true:
Investment in someone’s heart
gives them a start,
then they bloom and flourish
and carry out their own wish.
All it takes is kindness,
not judgement on whether they are worthless.
No one is the judge, the jury-
because we have all tasted that fury.
Not a single right to judge,
a person’s gifts will not, should not, budge.
SPH