Too easy it seems we look for those things
that we think we will find
in those we’ve met,
things we’ve heard, or things we’ve read,
stories of those heard only and yet,
is it maybe we come with the thought of mind
that one, or a thing is expected to be
just what is said, and not what we find?
Can it be that our heart is too closed to receive
and our eyes not open
and we cannot believe,
that there is a beautiful person inside,
and they need your smile, or a word in kind
a heart given to love, not a nod in passing aside.
If you were alone, or became that one
and one walked in judgement
and refused to see
the person you are behind your cloak
that others see only,
not the treasure inside,
wouldn’t you wish to be loved too
for who you are; not the one they think you are?
Joyce E. Johnson (2016)