A Teacher's Desire Poem by Ruby Tonacao Campos

Master Teacher, Source and Giver of wisdom,
You have called me to a work so special,
A stint that others often label as celestial,
With some calling it one "noble and superior".
Yet others consider it something just to ignore.

Yes, whether my work is lowly or stately,
Or whatever people may, my vocation name,
It doesn't matter, for my soul they can never lame.
My hand, heart and head they keep moving and doing,
Not minding if someone's watching or e'er looking.

When tempted to be content with a lazy brain,
Help me to strive to grow in my profession,
To work with zeal like teaching is my passion
That I may become the best teacher I can be,
Learning and growing daily in and with Thee.

Selfishness may at times beset my clouded mind,
So, remind me that each student has his own struggles
In his heart, his home, his peers with all its pressures,
And to these, help me to discern and be keen as can be,
That I may feel his pains, even unknown and alien to me.

Heavenly Tutor, let me be that humble mentor
Whose actions, words and even line of thought,
My students would want to quote and emulate,
For I desire not that You teach me to be a genius, popular or famous,
But that, my influence on others and my students, heaven would rejoice.