A Confession: a poem about being wrong

A Confession

One disagreed with me today,
didn’t like what I had to say;
spoke her mind and walked away.

I thought a bit about her retort,
how her sad life made her that sort,
opposing me as last resort.

I smugly dissed her opposition,
thinking error in her position,
that she would treat me with suspicion.

With that my thoughts were all of me,
and thinking all the ways I see
complexity, not simplicity.

That ended that, I clearly thought;
if she had stayed, I’d overwrought
the evidence of her blinded spot.

But later on, I saw some news
that called to doubt my certain views
and all my confidence defuse.

I now saw how her correction
was not a gap in her perception,
but mine was stuck in misconception.

So, now I’m left with awkward feeling;
should I go back to her revealing
a humble heart to seek real healing?

Or double down on ignorance
and find new ways in my defense
to insure no recompense?

How sad for me that I belong
among the folk who must prolong
the words, “You’re right and I was wrong”.

Defending the faith doggedly, or defended doggerel faithfully, I remain,

With love,
Jonathan Krogh
Your Pastor