O dear beloved
As we measure
The ‘right’ among us
To argue as much
Know that we burn
Inevitably in wrongness
You correct me
And I correct you
O dear beloved
As we attempt
At being perfect
To satisfy much
Know that we fall
Always in imperfection
You accept my fault
And I accept yours
O dear beloved
As we expect
An understanding
To concur much
Know that we fail
Naturally in misunderstanding
You let me be
And I let you be
O dear beloved
As we seek
A peace around
To succeed much
Know that we are hurt
Obvious, in a cruel world
You support me
And I support you
Know that we do not live
To be inward, shaping only self
You shape me
And I shape you
Poet's Corner 