What the Angels See

We all have our different points of view,
and you and I
may not see eye to eye
on certain things,
and the same goes for the guy
we see across the street.

This man, crying because he knew
it not to be a lie,
that finally his job would lay him off
and his career would come to an end.
He stands there, weeping, wondering why
he lacks the strength to move his feet.

But you and I, we both see
this man across the street, and we,
for the most part, agree
on what is going on here.
Did you ever stop to think
the world is much more than it seems?
All through my daylight, always in dreams,
I wonder what the angels see.

What would they make of this man?
Do you honestly think that I can
assert that my one line of sight
toward him is the only one that could be true?
I tell you now, this could never be,
for I wonder what the angels see

When we see this man, you and I would assign
attributes of impoverishment and lowliness
laziness, notwithstanding pride, and line
him up for getting welfare from a bowl
at the local soup kitchen.
Would you even spend the time
that it takes to ask some simple questions
of "what," "how," or, "why"?
No, we refuse to let such thoughts in
due to our biased assumptions towards this
"poor" and "helpless" soul.

Could we pause for a moment to blink,
and try to see if you can understand
that the eyes of you and me are different as can be?
With eyes that pour tears into each hand,
I wonder what my world would be
if I could know what the angels see.