Through My Eyes
THROUGH MY EYES
Through my eyes I see
that our bodies are units
made up of many parts;
each different.
Although
We both have eyes,
through yours
all you see is a tree bare;
through mine
a creation of grace and beauty.
Ears,
in which we both hear;
yours,
the passing traffic;
mine,
the dulcet offerings,
of butcher bird give a call
to mate.
Tongues,
with which each speaks;
yours to voice bitter criticism,
and disappointments so
of chances that have passed you by;
mine,
encouragement
spoken softly to convey love.
Hands,
we each both have two;
yours, my friend
are raised,
in hatred and contempt;
mine, however,
clasped together,
offering a prayer of thanks
for all my blessings
He has bestowed.
Covering each,
Is a wondrous thing
called skin.
My friend,
you find it hard to love,
or even accept,
the colour of mine,
for you see someone else
to be despised
and criticized,
but when I look at you though,
I see someone
Who has many needs?
Thus I say,
we both have feet
and until you
have walked a mile in mine,
or I have in yours,
we have no right to judge
the other.
God has created each,
and our bodies,
just as
he wanted them to be;
thus through my eyes, this I see.
Francis Cooper – Mac © pre-1977
Copyright © Francis Cooper-Mckenzie | Year Posted 2020
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