You say to me, "Everything is beautiful if you make it beautiful"
through tired eyes and waves of cigarette smoke
And gel pen story lines of color and confusion
Always written in pen instead of pencil, as if the possibility of making mistakes doesn't even exist when You are in the picture
How often do we tread new waters and trust in new paths?
More often we frequent our usual storefront corners
Window shopping for people who look and think and speak
in unison with ourselves
Instead of venturing out to shake the hands of someone
who may have more dirt ingrained under their fingernails and more of a story to tell
I wish that I could look into your eyes and read your story printed across your pupils
That I could know how you got from point A to point B and maybe even to point C
That I could pick up all your details and put them in my pocket or my notebook or my heart
Not to turn them into newspaper headlines but to get to know you more
We proclaim ourselves as heroes far more than we paint ourselves as brothers and sisters
Molding our own badges and piecing together our own capes
From our left over scraps of judgement and injustice
Building up pedestals instead of coffee shop churches and park bench conversations
Breaking bread and breaking barriers that were held in place by staring eyes
Let us look on and look in, in love
Give us the vision to see hearts instead of heads, hope instead of hate,
and healing instead of just hurting
Let us be vessels of your light and receptors to your love
You speak so clearly through your people
Through nighttime discussions that continue on in prayer
Through your children who have walked on rocky walkways in worn down shoes
For it's easier to slip into Your arms when we don't have the traction of this world holding us back
Always written in pen instead of pencil, as if the possibility of making mistakes doesn't even exist when You are in the picture
How often do we tread new waters and trust in new paths?
More often we frequent our usual storefront corners
Window shopping for people who look and think and speak
in unison with ourselves
Instead of venturing out to shake the hands of someone
who may have more dirt ingrained under their fingernails and more of a story to tell
I wish that I could look into your eyes and read your story printed across your pupils
That I could know how you got from point A to point B and maybe even to point C
That I could pick up all your details and put them in my pocket or my notebook or my heart
Not to turn them into newspaper headlines but to get to know you more
We proclaim ourselves as heroes far more than we paint ourselves as brothers and sisters
Molding our own badges and piecing together our own capes
From our left over scraps of judgement and injustice
Building up pedestals instead of coffee shop churches and park bench conversations
Breaking bread and breaking barriers that were held in place by staring eyes
Let us look on and look in, in love
Give us the vision to see hearts instead of heads, hope instead of hate,
and healing instead of just hurting
Let us be vessels of your light and receptors to your love
You speak so clearly through your people
Through nighttime discussions that continue on in prayer
Through your children who have walked on rocky walkways in worn down shoes
For it's easier to slip into Your arms when we don't have the traction of this world holding us back
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