Empathy is one thing,
But a law of physics,
I forget the specifics,
Says that two bits of mass
Must by each other pass,
‘Cause neither can dwell
In the other’s boundered realm.
Their space they can’t share
While the other is there.
I can only be me.
Thou can only be thee.
It is physics-ly preposterous
To think there is a hope for us
To climb into another skin,
To see the world from that within.
And worse, on just your average day,
I’m blind and fine with mass’s way.
So, Plan B
I will be still and listen to
The One whose hands made you.
He sees the view through your eyes
And talks me ’round to your sighs.
He speaks of you as a father proud,
And melts my callous hardness down.
His heart in mine reveals your road,
Your point of view, your pain, your load.
His love, and not our common plight,
Links our hands, our breath, our sight.
His blood above us canopied,
Makes one space that we both can be.
He’s circumvented physics before;
What’s once more?
I see this world
Through your eyes
Only by seeing
You through His.