Don your Christ-colored glasses
and
look at one another
through them;
He did not use His power
for gain
but
lay down
for others to walk upon;
emptied Himself
to fill us.
Incarnate one,
who enters another's eyes
and
walks in their shoes.
He didn't have to do it -
He chose
to lay aside His crown,
His rights
as Royalty;
held out His wrists to be tied,
His back to be lashed,
His palms to be speared
to splintered wood
in a
splintered world.
This is love.
The ears are a conduit
to the eyes;
listening is love in motion.
Enter my world.
Look beyond the facade
I wear.
Touch my tender spots
with concern
and grant me dignity
beyond
my utility.
See me.
Enter my world.
Incarnate.
Beautiful. Especially love "the ears are a conduit for the eyes". Thank you, my friend.
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