A Prayer of Seeing

Tell me what you see.
What sings to you.
Your eyes are different than mine.
Shaped by different heartaches,
different loves, different landscapes.
You see differently
than me.
Than the next man over.
Than the stranger and lover.
Than the soul next to you in the gallery.
Than your lover and children and priests.
So tell me.
Help me understand.
Help me see.