A stumbling beggar falls among the thorns;
Lies he bleeding, tangled, and forlorn.
A flitting hummingbird
suggests he stop and smell the roses –
as if this ill conceived advise
his weary plight disposes.
While on the wing a winsome bluebird,
glancing down cries sweetly,
“Sing! Sing! Sing!”
the soul in his dilemma, pained,
knows only sting, sting, sting!
He ponders how such creatures,
borne aloft in flighty fashion,
could not by now have learned
a little more compassion.
“… and weep with them that weep. Be of the same mind one toward another. Mind not high things, but condescend to men of low estate. Be not wise in your own conceits.” (Romans 12:15,16)
A fantastic synopsis of this idea – passing off judgment as helpfulness – can be found here: