See the world through their spirit and eyes
before you cast a stone or falsely judge…
I remember a phrase I heard years ago: “Don’t judge another person until you’ve walked a mile in their moccasins.” It’s stayed with me for many, many years. It spoke to me then and I took it to heart and I try to remember to live by it still. It is not easy. But even though it’s difficult, it just might be worth aiming for anyway.
Anyway, recently I got to wondering what the origin of the phrase was and Googled it. It’s from a poem. You know me by know so you probably know I loved it right away. 🙂
It was written by by Mary T. Lathrap in 1895. Mary was a poet, a pastor, and a suffragist and more. It speaks to compassion and empathy and understanding. It calls us to move beyond our judgments. It moves me and I hope it will move you, too.
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There may be tears in his soles that hurt
Though hidden away from view.
The burden he bears placed on your back
May cause you to stumble and fall, too.
Pray, don’t find fault with the man that limps,
Or stumbles along the road.
Unless you have worn the moccasins he wears,
Or stumbled beneath the same load.
Don’t sneer at the man who is down today
Unless you have felt the same blow
That caused his fall or felt the shame
That only the fallen know.
You may be strong, but still the blows
That were his, unknown to you in the same way,
May cause you to stagger and fall, too.
Don’t be too harsh with the man that sins.
Or pelt him with words, or stone, or disdain.
Unless you are sure you have no sins of your own,
And it’s only wisdom and love that your heart contains.
For you know if the tempter’s voice
Should whisper as soft to you,
As it did to him when he went astray,
It might cause you to falter, too.
Just walk a mile in his moccasins
Before you abuse, criticize and accuse.
If just for one hour, you could find a way
To see through his eyes, instead of your own muse.
I believe you’d be surprised to see
That you’ve been blind and narrow-minded, even unkind.
There are people on reservations and in the ghettos
Who have so little hope, and too much worry on their minds.
Brother, there but for the grace of God go you and I.
Just for a moment, slip into his mind and traditions
And see the world through his spirit and eyes
Before you cast a stone or falsely judge his conditions.
Remember to walk a mile in his moccasins
And remember the lessons of humanity taught to you by your elders.
We will be known forever by the tracks we leave
In other people’s lives, our kindnesses and generosity.
Take the time to walk a mile in his moccasins.
~ by Mary T. Lathrap, 1895