Vision

Vision

What do they see?
These people here now?
When they see me
Is it me or them somehow?

Is their vision limited to looks?
Or can they see deeper where I live?
Should I conform to ideas in books?
Or do I freely this advice give:

Our vision must be sure
I could tell them without a doubt
That our hearts must be pure
I would tell them what it’s about!

As I told them how wrong it is
To project their image on me
One of them said, please answer this:
When you look at me, what do you see?

My mouth then closed,
My heart was humbled
For I had supposed
They alone had stumbled

I place my faith in The Book
Its hero told me this part
To set my vision as I look
To always see first their heart.