Being Corrected
This poem seems so appropriate today with so many criticizing for things they think are wrong. We resist correction, yet it can be the greatest blessing, when I learn I was wrong. We should thank those who teach us what we don't know.
Being Corrected
Thank you for ripping out my heart.
Leaving it bleeding cut to ribbons.
Thank you for teaching
how little I know.
Thank you for showing
what I was too blind to see.
© Presbypoet, March 24, 2002
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