A taste of FAITH, a touch of LAUGHTER.
Big headed, bull mouthed lout
Full of self importance
Barging through the china shop of my mind
Shattering my priceless, fragile ego
With his cold and cutting “observations”.
The Champion of my mate
Supportive, warm and PITYING
How can he make me feel like some worm
Squirming, alone, to be coolly squashed
By the merciless boot of his tongue?
Once I could defend myself
Observe his squirming in turn
But now he has found the chink in my mail
And thrusting his pitiless comment to the hilt
He pierces me through with shame.
Ann McQueen (now Justin), written sometime in the late 1970’s or early 80’s.
This poem was based on a real life incident and these were my feelings about it at the time. This man (the lout) went on to become a very dear Christian friend in later years, some time after I gave my own life to the Lord. You never can tell.
It’s not a God honoring poem. I was hurting and this is what came out.
All forgiven now 😉