A poem I wrote several years ago about perception that is determined from within one's heart.

Two pairs of eyes upon a scene
Observe the very same thing
More different could there never be
What observers thought was seen

Drawn from the furnace of one’s soul
The mind does forge its view
Of detail and life, of friend or foe
To craft one’s attitude

For one a stone or stumbling block
To hurl or use to build a wall
The other finds a jewel or gem
To share what blesses all.

The blind may know what you may not
‘Tis not eye that claims the bliss
But heart redeemed redeeming
Takes joy in eternity’s kiss

Half empty or half full?
The choice is left to each
And what we choose determines this:
To what and how far we reach.

Which eyes are yours for seeing
those which perceive blasphemes?
My prayer for you and all around
Are those that bring life to dreams.

© Stephen Carl