"Almost Perfect"

Almost Perfect

A Poem by Shel Silverstein

"Almost perfect...but not quite."
Those were the words of Mary Hume
At her seventh birthday party,
Looking 'round the ribboned room.
"This tablecloth is pink not white-
Almost perfect...but not quite."

"Almost perfect...but not quite."
Those were the words of grown-up Mary
Talking about her handsome beau,
The one she wasn't gonna marry.
"Squeezes me a bit too tight-
Almost perfect...but not quite."

"Almost perfect...but not quite."
Those were the words of ol' Miss Hume
Teaching in the seventh grade,
Grading papers in the gloom
Late at night up in her room.
"They never cross their t's just right-
Almost perfect...but not quite."

Ninety-eight the day she died
Complainin' 'bout the spotless floor.
People shook their heads and sighed,
"Guess that she'll like heaven more."
Up went her soul on feathered wings,
Out the door, up out of sight.
Another voice from heaven came-
"Almost perfect...but not quite."

I find myself acting like the aforementioned Mary Hume, judging others by what I see and deciding that they are "not quite perfect" enough to be a true Christian or believer in Christ. Thank goodness God is not like me. Jesus Christ was the only person on this earth who held the right to judge or use the phrase "go and sin no more" because he was the only person who never commited a sin. Myself, however, stand accused before the throne of God with more than a bad deed on my plate. In conclusion, I fall miserably short of showing the true love of Christ because I cannot really love something that I don't understand. God sees our spirit, not our acts, an ability I pray for daily.