The following is a poem my mother read to me when I was young. I apologize, I don’t know the author. (Perhaps if you do you could tell me so I could give proper credit to them). The message of this poem is closely related to the last post.
He drew a circle that shut me out,
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout,
But love and I had wit to win,
We drew a circle that took him in.
I am still learning this over 40 years after hearing it.