The Light in Me Sees You
I see you, I feel you, I know you are near—
Not just in your words, but the pain and the fear.
You are me, and I am you, in ways the world can’t see,
Two sparks of God’s own breath, wrapped in humanity.
You wear a mask of sorrow, I’ve worn and wear mine too—
But somewhere beneath it all, there is a radiant you.
Not the anger, not the pride, not the ache or the shame,
But the soul that still remembers the Father's given name.
So I pause, take a breath, let the silence speak,
Not to win, not to fix, but to honor you while you're weak.
I ask, “What’s hurting?” not “Who’s wrong?” or “Why?”
I'll try to listen like heaven would—with a tear in its eye.
I see that you’re hurting, I feel and know it’s real,
I put aside how I feel right now, and pray to God you'll heal.
I won’t plan my own defense, I choose to open my heart,
Because every hard moment is a chance for all to restart.
The light in me sees the light in you—
Even when it’s hidden, even when it’s blue.
We belong to God, not to fear or control,
We’re divine in disguise, every part, every soul.
So when conflict comes, I’ll remember this truth:
That love is the elder, and pain is the youth.
I’ll forgive what I must, and reflect on my part,
Let compassion be the rhythm that steadies our hearts.
You are me, and I am you—this just is the way.
We each are mirrors of God's mercy, come what may.
So I’ll speak with grace, and I’ll walk with care,
For his Divine in us both and he is always there.
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