
Why is it that it so often seems that
The greatest thing a leader can do—
Why is it that it so often seems that
The greatest thing a leader can do—
Who you can fool with wisdom
Are those who have less than you do.
When it occurs to you later
That something wasn’t occurring to you earlier,
You say, “Why didn’t I think of that?”
When you see your pride
And are willing to admit to it,
How ironic is it that you are
Very likely yet prouder than you think?
Some have even exuded an air of pride
In the admission itself!
How ironic that the Truth! label—of all things—
Can so easily be peeled off of something that’s true
And slapped onto something that’s false!
Did anything ever happen in the sky
That is not happening now?
And is what we see now
All there ever was?
There are two kinds of kindness in this world—
The commoner kind having in mind
Only the earthly sensibilities,
And the other taking the broader view
Under the influence of Heaven.
OK, please be honest.
What kind of person—
Knowing nothing of it in advance,
And sitting down to read the Bible
For the first time—
Would decide at the conclusion
That the proper response to the story
Is to get up and build a holy building?
A man can be wise about this world—
Yet not about the next—
And those who are like him
Will think him wise enough.