“I was wrong,” words so rare, like extinct dodo birds!

When was the last time you heard someone say these words?

Admitting this is “hard.” Why must it be so “hard”?

Proud and defensive, we; self is always on “guard.”

Other words fill our minds! “But you don’t understand.”

“I was wrong; so were you.” “It’s not what I had planned.”

“I didn’t have a choice.” “Who are you to cast blame?”

“Just who made you the Judge, to castigate and shame?!”

Am I really surprised that I did something wrong?

Misunderstandings, hurts, occur all the lifelong.

Being offended, irked, the “self” is on “display.”

Baffled? Puzzled? Startled? Sure, ego’s in the way!

Perhaps I should listen, with ears that want to learn,

To ask humble questions, with hopes I can discern.

Engage with their feelings, and engage with their heart,

The grace of God? Alive! Grace help me to impart!