The Sound of Our Own Words

 Oh how pathetic we can be

When we fall in love our own voice,

Our own words, 

When we arrogantly fall in love with ourselves,

Deluding ourselves into

Thinking we are better than others.

It is then that we become blind 

And drown like Narcissus in our own selves.

May we wisely know that we are nought,

And in all humility love one another, 

Be kind, and listen to the other. 

It is not hard to be the best of them all.

But it is excruciatingly difficult 

To be the kindest, 

The most humble,

And the most loving.

That is not easy at all, 

But it is a challenge worth taking.






The idea of falling in love with our own voice was taken from a sermon I heard a few days back. I have also been fascinated at times by how when we (or I) imaginatively create a work of art or even make a culinary dish, we either disparage it and become negatively critical of it since we know exactly what's going on and how each component or ingredient came together to form the whole; or we fall in love with it, as in poems and literary works we write, and begin to admire the apparent perfection of the literary piece (perhaps because you can't really scientifically point out what is wrong with it). A more experienced artist would be able to point out what exactly is messed up in the poem or article, but for the time being, we fall ridiculously in love with our own creation - a love that could be construed, through theological lens, as an unstoppable and seemingly foolish love that perhaps reflects the relentless, ever-forgiving, and ever-redeeming love of God for His own erring and imperfect creation. God knows we are entirely imperfect, but He cannot and will not stop loving us, even if all the people in the world were to point out to Him precisely how imperfect and unworthy and useless we were. On a deeper note, God loves us faithfully and forever calls us to Him to a deeper friendship with Him, so that we may live well on earth and spend eternity in Heaven with God.