Seeing
In order to see beauty,
We must open our eyes.
Open our hearts
Open our minds
We must forget all we know,
We must accept
The differences, the colors,
The design itself.
Even if it would be unfamiliar to us
So it may even be
Uncomfortable enough,
That we want to close our eyes,
Want to close our hearts,
Seal off our minds.
That is our sudden problem,
The one that arises from
“Love”, or “protection”
The one rendering us
Blind, stuck in the
DARK.
The one that keeps us divided,
Keeps us apart.
Therefore, to see
The beauty that our God has given us,
The thing called diversity,
We must be moldable,
Breakable,
Vulnerable.
We must be open.
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