Through My Eyes.....

 

Our bodies are units

being made up of many parts:

each different.

Although

we both have eyes to see,

through yours,

only you

see a tree;

through mine,

a creation of grace and beauty.

 

Ears,

through which we both hear

yours is

the passing of the traffic:

mine,

is, the dulcet tones

of a magpie

calling to its mate.

 

Tongues,

through which we both speak:

yours

is there to voice bitter criticisms,

and of disappointments

and of chances

that have passed you by,

mine,

is of encouragement,

spoken ever softly

to convey hope.

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Hands,

we both have two:

but yours, my friend

are raised in

hatred and contempt;

mine,

clasped together

offering a prayer of thanks

for the blessings

HE has bestowed.

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Covering,

each of us,

is a wondrous thing

called skin.

My friend,

you find it hard

to love,

or even accept

this colour of mine:

through your eyes

you see someone

to be despised,

and when

I look at you

I see somebody;

who has many needs.

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