Mistakes

We only see the failings

pointing them out with careful precision

Making sure not one

is missed, making sure you know you never

Quite measure up,

make the mark, or hit the target

Til all you begin to see

is that you do not walk this way together

The path is always obstructed with more

More to do, more to become, more to explore

So instead of clearing away false brush

You begin not to hear the call of your failings

You know the strengths which reside in you

How much of yourself you can give to others

Without becoming a worn out shell

This is ok, for if you want to make the way possible

You have to settle for the things done well

The things of beauty you see spring up around you

In the eyes of others who walk the way

One small voice does not win a soul

It may tire and wear eventually not heard

Because of its isolation, its emptiness

This is the sadness of the reality

Where there is a world of hurt and unsteadiness

You see the pain of not, whatever not is

Not seeing God's grace or beauty

Limiting God to all the failings or

Dreams never seen or realized

Not hearing the deepest call of love

Which washes all failings to a pale

Ghost of nothing, because it is stronger

Than all the unexpressed words that fall