I wrote this some time ago.
Maybe someone else needs reminding besides me :-/

(Based on a true story)

Today, I washed windows.
I scrubbed and I cleaned.
But the harder I tried
The messier it seemed.

I questioned and marveled
Why spots kept appearing
Why dirt didn’t move and
And the filth wasn’t clearing.

Then in my surprise
I looked down real close
I noticed the answer
At the end of my nose.

My glasses were smudged.
Making all efforts vain.
The windows were clean.
I was looking through stains.

I wonder how often
That happens to me:
I’m polishing others
And forget to check me.

fog, April 1th, 2013 015

13 responses to “”

  1. Oh wow, that’s good, Heidi–and you’re such a gifted rhyme/rhythm poet. Bless you!


    1. Thanks for those words of encouragement, good friend!


  2. This is wonderful and wise, Heidi. Yes, I need this reminder often. 😉
    Blessings ~ Wendy


  3. “I’m polishing others and forget to check me.” It’s so easy to fall into the critical-spirit trap! Thank you, Heidi, for sharing your memorable visual reminder (the glasses!) with us.


  4. Your ending took me by surprise! I thought maybe it was because you were using a dirty rag! Stains and planks can cause our perspective to be off!


  5. Great reflections–word-wise and photo-wise.


  6. I know, a clean, pure heart does wonders for your vision. Thanks for this poem and I like the picture.


  7. Great poem. I especially liked this part…

    “My glasses were smudged.
    Making all efforts vain.
    The windows were clean.
    I was looking through stains.”

    How true! Thanks for the reminder. Blessings.


    1. It seems I need that reminder often, Mel :-/ … thanks for reading and commenting … Blessing to you!

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    1. Thanks for reading, Patrick


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