THROUGH A DIFFERENT LENS: A Poem by Tammy Barthels, M.Div. Middler

Through a Different Lens

My lens is different from those around me,
I see beauty in the snow
While another sees frustration in the shoveling.
I see beauty in the spacious fields,
While others may see emptiness and desolation.
I see beauty in diversity.
Other people may want uniformity.
I see beauty, strength, and wisdom
in the worn, wrinkled faces of my elders.
Some may see only weakness, sorrow, and hopelessness
and merely pity their elders

Lord, help me understand the lenses others wear
Lord, give us all the courage to see the lens of your expansive view

 

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