Obdurate

I stumbled upon a word one day,
A stranger to me, yet clear as day.
Obdurate—unyielding, strong,
A heart once hardened, rigid, wrong.

A youth convinced he knew it all,
Quick to judge, too proud to fall.
Opinions forged without the facts,
A mind unbending, sharp, exact.

Yet time, relentless, shapes the soul,
Softens edges make one whole.
Where once I argued stood unmoved,
Now I listen, seek, and approve.

Growing old is no easy plight,
To watch as others fade from sight.
Yet in their parting, I am shown,
The weight of wisdom yet unknown.

I reflect upon the path I tread,
The words unsaid, the truths unread.
I pray for time, for grace to see,
A heart made whole—a wiser me.

D. Charles Wilson – 06-15-2025

Thoughts to think about