Make Me

[1]

When all is fair and the sun is high,

My actions and utterances

bring gleeful sighs to the recipient,

And her smile widens like a blooming flower,

Her eyes, with joy, even tear up—

Make me grateful for these cherished ties.

[2]

When the flame dims and darkness looms,

My actions and utterances

cut off the recipient’s stream of joy,

And her smile fades like a drooping flower,

Tears spill from rueful eyes—

Make me not defensive but quick in spirit,

To reflect on my wrongs and apologize,

Hoping to be forgiven.

[3]

When my heart skips with joy;

Others’ kindness and company surround me,

hearts shining bright,

And butterflies take flight—

Make me humble and thankful,

For having a place in the few good hearts of others.

[4]

When my heart feels knifed, wounded sore,

By others’ actions and words that cut to the core,

And my mind clouded by pain and anger—

Make me show mercy;

May I find comfort in their apologies.

And even if an apology is not given,

May I find the strength to forgive,

And move forward with grace.

For holding onto anger and resentment,

Only harms me in the end.