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On Prejudice (Mine)

I am prejudiced — but, hopefully, each day I get less and less so.  I attend regular meetings of Prejudiced People Anonymous (well, at least in my mind).

It started early in life.  It was in the air, in my culture, all around me.  “That group …, ” “Those people …,” “That church …,” people around me would say.

But, as I grew older, I realized that prejudice was wrong.  Sadly, the damage was already done.  I fought against the ideas in my head, but they still came.  I felt helpless, knowing that my attitude was wrong.

It didn’t help when some people would confirm my prejudices.  Yes, some people who were “different” did bad things to me.  But others were good and kind.

Over the years, it helped to learn about other cultures and religions, their background, and what they have suffered.  The more I had contact with people who were “different,” the less prejudiced I became.

One of my turning points happened like this:  I had been attending night classes at a state university.  I was walking on campus to my car, when a woman of an ethnic group that I felt most afraid of (or most angry at?) was coming from the other direction. She said hello and was very friendly and had kind words. Suddenly it hit me that I did not deserve her kindness, after the bad thoughts I’d had against her particular group.  It was a grace received, again — undeserved.  I realized that it wasn’t the person’s group that mattered, it was who they were individually that mattered.

There is hope for sinners, even for people like me!  God can change our hearts!  If you are prejudiced, pray for God to show you the beauty of each person.

Tell Me Your Story

What is in your heart?
I cannot know,
Except through long years,
And even then, my picture is incomplete.

What can we know of others?
Only by what they say and do,
But mostly by what they do.

How can I know you?
Will I ask you many questions?
Will you lie or tell the truth?

How can I live with you,
Unless we are both honest,
Although honesty can hurt.

How can I love you
Unless I know you?

How can I know you
Unless you share your heart?

How can I love you? —
Tell me your story —
That may be the start.

On My Walk

On my walk
I meet smiling faces,
Though some are sad
Or even mad.

But most are glad
To fill stale lungs
With fine, fresh air.

I meet dogs that sniff
At my legs and hands —
They think it’s grand.

And people jogging
Or maybe texting –
It can be vexing
(Though I do it, too).

The air I breathe,
It plants a seed
Of nature in my heart.

I make a new start –
My brain rewired;
I’m now inspired.

Casting Out Fear

I looked around
For many years.
I laughed a lot,
Cried many tears.

The loneliness
I could not fathom.
My heart so cold,
An endless chasm.

God’s beauty came
To rescue me.
I cried for joy;
He set me free.

An aching heart,
It comes and goes.
Love’s happiness
Brings many woes.

My love, it hurts,
Brings many tears.
Yet perfect love
Casts out all fear.

If Your Heart is Broken …

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If your heart is broken,
Be glad you have a heart.

If you’re crying,
Be glad that you loved enough to be hurt.

If the world seems to pass you by,
If you feel alone,
God is with you.

The Window on Your Mind

[Inspired by Denise and Jacob discussing math, poetry, and philosophy]

Different minds
And ways of being.
Different eyes
And ways of seeing.

To different beauties
We are attracted;
The dance of life
For each enacted.

The heart and mind
Must have a reason
To live, to die —
In every season.

You might think beauty
Is only in art
But even equations
Can move the heart.

California Autumn

It’s raining redwood seeds
and flocks of geese
dance noisily over my head.

Cool night air, alive with life,
comes through my window;
it smells so fertile.

No snow as yet,
and better yet,
the rain may come.

The promise of rain
is teasing us.

If rain will come,
the earth will bloom again —
and so my heart.

A Little Girl

A little girl can sometimes sing,
Can flit about on angel’s wings,
Can dance with fairies, now unseen,
Can be so sweet, or contrary.

A little girl loves daddy’s whiskers,
She doesn’t mind that they are ticklish.
A little girl sits on his lap;
Head on his chest, she takes a nap.

A little girl has wondrous dreams,
On unicorns she’ll catch moonbeams.
She gathers starlight in her hands,
She dreams of being a princess grand.

A little girl in time grows up.
She gives up dolls and other stuff.
But every woman’s heart can tell —
Inside, the child is living still.

Can You Hear Jesus?

Can you hear Jesus?
His voice so gently calls.
I hear Him in the crashing waves,
In clear, bright mornings,
In darker days.

Can you hear Jesus calling?
He wants to own your heart.
Can you hear Him in the wind?
The fresh, cool breeze?
The Voice within?

Can I hear Jesus speaking?
Or is my heart too deaf?
Will I turn away from Him,
Let call grow dim, or
Let Him wash away my sin?

Can we hear Jesus speaking?
And let us meet one day,
On other side,
Without our pride —
He patiently abides.

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