LEADER

They called me leader.

So, like a butterfly,

I evolved,

This unknown just to me,

Leaving old skins behind.

I flew past old ways.

I denied my ways.


I knew,

I didn’t get involved for these—

New shifts,

But these

Are the perks and pains—

Kisses of service

That stain your heart

With pretty shades of

Patience, Strength, and Love.


Leadership.

Like lathers of soap,

It washes

You of you,

You of yours,

Cripples

This ladder of yours—

The pride you thought you’d climb.


As leader,

You are

Everyone’s,

And none of yours—

Servant of all,

Father to all.

And here is the beauty of it all:

You become

Like Him, called

All-in-all.


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