When I doubt; when I feel unsure;
I remember when I was given kindness.
As I stand on the precipice of decision;
The moment stretches into eternity;
I force myself to take another breath;
I remember who is the hero of the story.
It isn’t me. It isn’t you. It is us.
Plural.
The stranger frightens me until I remember
They are a friend I haven’t made yet.
The dragon looms monstrous and evil
to defend the princess from her kidnapper.
It isn’t me. It isn’t you. It is us.
Plural.
Today I am the supportive teacher.
I will help someone else rise higher.
Today I am the guardian at the gate.
I will keep out the wolves and the night.
As I look into the face of the poor;
I listen to a tale of global woe;
I wait in line behind a crying toddler:
I remember who is the hero of the story.
It isn’t me. It isn’t you. It is us.
Plural.
When I listen to a leader; When I look for the truth;
I will remember when I was given kindness.
I will speak accordingly.