Better Than
To be right
does someone else
have to be wrong?
To be big
does someone else
have to be small?
To be beautiful
does someone else
have to be ugly?
Such comparisons
wither the Soul.
I stopped delighting
in the fortunes of others
and a light went out.
Perhaps the light
went out first?
Must I be
the brightest star
in the sky,
the eagle
with the biggest wings,
the poet
with the most
powerful words?
Who can carry
that kind of weight?
The ego
leads us a merry dance,
searching for love in all the wrong places.
No love
ever came from being
'better than.'
Love
is in honouring
all our broken wings,
and our magnificent flight.
Like pieces of a puzzle
we fit together,
complete we are,
only when we can rejoice
in the beauty in everyone's
Souls.
Ruth Harlow
To be right
does someone else
have to be wrong?
To be big
does someone else
have to be small?
To be beautiful
does someone else
have to be ugly?
Such comparisons
wither the Soul.
I stopped delighting
in the fortunes of others
and a light went out.
Perhaps the light
went out first?
Must I be
the brightest star
in the sky,
the eagle
with the biggest wings,
the poet
with the most
powerful words?
Who can carry
that kind of weight?
The ego
leads us a merry dance,
searching for love in all the wrong places.
No love
ever came from being
'better than.'
Love
is in honouring
all our broken wings,
and our magnificent flight.
Like pieces of a puzzle
we fit together,
complete we are,
only when we can rejoice
in the beauty in everyone's
Souls.
Ruth Harlow
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