The Donkey I Thought I Saw
I looked at a friend one morning, And a donkey was all I could see. His stubborn ways, His rough edges, Everything that bothered me. I carried those thoughts through the day, Like stones inside a sack. Each step grew heavier, Each prayer grew weaker, And the light would not come back. Then a whisper rose within me: "Why are you counting flaws? Did you come to judge My children, Or to draw yourself toward the Cause?" So I looked again at the friend. This time I searched for his aim. Past all the noise, Past all the habits, And found a spark of flame. I saw him fighting for connection. I saw him rise after every fall. I saw his heart reaching upward, Though I had never seen it at all. Then something changed between us. The distance began to depart. The faults that seemed so massive Could no longer fill my heart. For the Creator hides in the connection, Not in what separates me and you. And when I prayed for my friend to find Him, I found that He was there too. Now when I see a ...