There has been time for much reflection for me lately. I feel that I am better at busy. Busy feels good. Busy is comfortable to me. Busy seems to suit my people-loving, on-the-go personality; but, I am in a season of rest. As I’ve rested, flowers have been delivered and brought by friends and family. I have had the most beautiful floral-shop view of flowers that my youngest daughter has arranged on the window sill. The display is now spilling onto nearby furniture! Such beautiful and varied colors cheerily greet and cheer me throughout the day. But yesterday I noticed their reflection cast along another wall.
A very different view of the same bouquets.
And my thoughts started churning about the two different views, and the real verses the reflected, how one situation can be viewed two totally different ways. Then I started thinking about how my words can bring life, or death. I thought not only about me personally; but, views in our community, our state, and in our nation. Our views seems pronounced now more than ever by our own experiences, and our own viewpoints.
And it got me to really thinking about how strongly we can feel about our opinion. But someone else may see the same issue very differently than we do.
What if we listened and loved? Responded like The Holy Spirit, instead of with boxing gloves? What if we put ourselves in someone else’s shoes? What, when faced with differences, can we do?
So many sides,
So many views.
I’m seeing the shadows pronounced by the light
And searching for answers, and for what is good, pure, and right.
One way I turn there are lush and vibrant hues –
The other, a solitary palette comes through.
In living color, or black and white,
I seek answers, and what is good, pure, and right.
What is real? What will eternally keep?
The color and the lack, both speak.
What can be reflected by the light?
What can be revealed in the night?
Oh that every one and thing,
Were what they really, truly seemed.
But, lo, I see the palor,
The veins, as if drained of valor.
As I rest between blankets and sheets,
The stark reality, of opposites meet.
It feels like every thing has changed.
Or is it that every thing and one, is the same?
What a juxtaposition.
A mission.
To solve
The real, from what evolved.
There are two distinct views –
One me, and you.
Though many a verbal barrage, we are left wanton for words
To solve mysteries, many unspoken or unheard.
Are there secrets that are kept
Because words used like daggers have spoken, and then wept?
Oh the pain when words are hurled, they hurt –
Their demeanor, intended to be short and curt.
But alas, we must forgive.
To live.
Though we may feel forlorn,
Or by words, or life, totally shorn.
Two different views,
In two totally different hues.
One is me,
One is you.
What can we do?
To unite the hues?
Oh, what can we do?
To bring together sides,
So that in peace, they abide?
This I know, of this I am sure,
I want my actions and words to be pure.
When held up to The Light,
May my motives and intentions, be right.
May I listen, love, extend grace and peace,
In order for all striving and division to cease.
No matter the issue, no matter the cause.
I will not sling words that will leave you bandaged in gauze.
If I had an answer, I’d give it to you.
If I had the balm, that would bring peace and calm, I’d share it with you.
If I held the cure, I’d doctor myself, and then share for sure.
But till I do, I acknowledge there are two sides, and buckle my belt for the wild ride.
Two views: In Living Color
And Black and White.
Who is wrong,
Who is right?
We both see a different way
I acknowledge differences out loud, I say.
I believe, The Creator’s wish is that two sides
Unify, and abide.
I can offer, and extend peace.
Then will my hardship cease.
Do in love, only what I can do.
To be good, pure and right, by you.
I’d love for everyone to co-exist,
And no one be held on a do-not list.
Two sides, the sand and the surf,
Must meet on gentle turf,
And release all pain,
Then go, in His name.
