The Wise Old Owl
Like the Solomon of fowl
Sat a wise old owl
Perched in a Sycamore tree,
While the moonlight glimmered
And the starlight shimmered,
These words he spoke to me:
"I guess you've heard
I'm a wise old bird,
And if wisdom you would find...
Always look for the best
And your life will be blest,
To all others' faults be blind.
"In this life, I know
You will find it so
That if you think kindly of others,
You'll soon find that it's true
They'll think kindly of you...
*Praise* your sisters and your brothers!"
You may think me a fool ~
Owls don't talk, as a rule,
But in solemn tone he said:
"Don't be quick to enact
Words you'll wish to retract,
Dwell upon the *good* instead!"
Though I hate to admit it,
I could see, once I did it,
What that wise owl said was true.
Your faults I'll overlook
'Cause it says in The Book
What you sow comes back to you!
Now, if you will agree
With what he said to me,
Then *my* faults you will ignore...
Like that sage bird said
We'll both come out ahead
If we judge less, and *praise* more!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"...Fix your thoughts on what is true and good and right.
Think about things that are pure and lovely,
and dwell on the fine, good things in others.
Think about all you can praise God for and be glad about...
and the God of peace will be with you."
(Philippians 4:8 LB)
[ by: Connie Hinnen Cook (firstname.lastname@example.org) -- from Connie Hinnen Cook ]
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