The One I Really See – Poem

The One I Really See 

If I opened my eyes and looked and saw
really saw
what would I see?
Not just a flash of tree as I rush past
but colours red and russet and gold
leaves lined and scarred
crushed and broken
not one of them perfect
yet every one perfect in its symmetry
its imperfection and beauty

If I opened my eyes and looked at you
really looked
what would I see?
Not just a rebel with tatts
a week’s stubble
teeth in need of a scrub
but a son loved by a mother
taken away
a father of children to different partners
taken away
a man with hopes and dreams
all taken away

I want you to know
that when the light shines in a certain way
and I look at you
really look
I see you my neighbour
my brother
I catch a glimpse of what your mother
your partners
your children
loved and lost

I see the fragile dream that still flickers
like a candlelight within you
your potential to become a man of influence
an oak tree going deep
growing tall and strong
with colours red and russet and gold
your life lined and scarred
crushed and broken
yet perfect in its symmetry
its imperfection and its beauty

by Barbara Sampson

Barbara Sampson is a retired Salvation Army officer who lives in Christchurch where she offers spiritual direction, organises retreats and quiet days, proofreads manuscripts and writes the occasional poem.

Source: Refresh Journal of Contemplative Spirituality Summer 2015

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