Of Vantage and View-points

What do you see, bird in the tree?

Flitting freely from limb to limb

Or you, as you look back at me

Judging appearances of skin

What do you see, dear girl of twelve?

The outside looking in won’t show

Heart-oceans where love steals my breath

In rushing, reeling over-flow

What do you see as you pass by?

Vague view-points from the street won’t tell

Of life here on the other side

...its glimpses of heaven or hell

What do you see? Our vantage-point

Renders and shapes our point of view

I wonder sometimes, would mine change

If I was standing where you do…

© Janet Martin

School buses are up and running today! I saw Victoria double-check to see if I was at my usual waiting-spot inside the kitchen window and then, as she waved to me from the bus I suddenly wondered what her memory of this looks like…mine is the outline of a girl growing a little bigger every year; someday, like everything in life this too will disappear…

Sometimes, to change our point of view, God changes our view-point.