Who knows my right,
my sight and mind’s acceptance,
to walk in my shoes on paths unknown,
and who then decides they are right,
no having seen another man’s blues,
the burdens of life that are not his,
but echoed through a life tangential?
Each a vision unique,
experiences incomplete, and
concluding that one better than another,
is like comparing fruit to meat,
but that is the point, the sad truth of it,
never shall we see each other,
without the presiding knowledge of we alone.
Empathy begins a strange journey,
the setting aside of self, experience,
to see what burdens another, and
is a playing field like no other,
for we are not attuned as we are to ourselves,
and reaching out a yearning to understand,
another self of which life has other demands.
Empathy is not momentary
but based on knowledge, understanding,
and when not compared, is unique,
and we, if true to ourselves and truth,
then see what drives another life,
what burdens and joys have brought a soul to this present,
not to be judged but understood.
If we all established empathy
as a means of perception,
what better world we would have,
for hatred is judgement, not understanding,
and even the most lost souls can be saved through empathy,
if only we could put ourselves aside,
to value all life from its pure beginnings.
Tony DeLorger © 2017