What I was trying to say is that deep
In the week, miles out from Sunday’s
Lesson, it is hard to remember
To be a peacemaker,
To be pure in heart,
To mourn sin,
Because
I forget, even while carrying
The Word in my hands, that
Blessings follow hard on the heels
Of lowliness and lead to higher humility
Like laces back and forth up a tennis shoe.

“Blessed are the pure in heart
for they shall see God.” Matthew 5:8

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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.

Silly mass!

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
For Empathy:

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.