Seeing... Poem by Rebecca Navarre

God doesn't see colors, only souls.
And he only sees hearts, not pockets
of gold. He doesn't judge us by our
looks or our clothes. He doesn't see
rank, class, or position. But he sees
our spirits condition. Are you patient,
honest, kind and giving? Are you
revengeful, or forgiving? With nature
are you gentle and caring? With love
are you abundant in heart and sharing?
How do you want people to see you?
Is it the same way you would want God to?