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My Lens

In sitting down to write my slice today, I discovered this poem. I wrote it in the beginning of July. I don't remember why I wrote it or why I didn't post it, but here it is...


We see the world
through our lens.
And that lens-
the lens we see
our entire world
through-
is tiny
and only shows
our
perspective.
I wonder
how my lens
would change
if
I was
different?
If I was
older or younger,
a different race,
a different religion,
lived in another place...
How would
my world
look through the
eyes of
someone else?
Take a moment.
Wonder.
Think.
Everyday I
work to
widen my lens.


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  1. AnonymousAugust 16, 2016 at 6:50 AM

    Beautiful poem, Michelle.
    "How would
    my world
    look through the
    eyes of
    someone else?"

    THANKS for helping me "widen my lens"!

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  2. BernadetteAugust 16, 2016 at 6:53 AM

    Looking through others eyes and lenses would help us as individuals and the world in general.

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  3. Lisa KeelerAugust 16, 2016 at 6:54 AM

    I love this Michelle. I was thinking about this very thing- perspective/lens yesterday during our opening faculty meeting.

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  4. Rose CappelliAugust 16, 2016 at 7:17 AM

    Thank you, Michelle. It is so important to consider different perspectives as we navigate our community and world.

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  5. UnknownAugust 16, 2016 at 8:42 AM

    This simple poem holds such huge ideas and an important reminder as I go back to work.

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  6. Jennifer LaffinAugust 16, 2016 at 10:47 AM

    "Every day I work to widen my lens." Such truth and mindfulness. I hope we are all working on that. Great slice, friend!

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  7. JaanaAugust 16, 2016 at 1:44 PM

    Beautiful! And so timely! I will be thinking about this as the new school begins. Thank you!

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  8. Margaret SimonAugust 16, 2016 at 2:55 PM

    I'm glad you found that poem today. I am working to widen my lens too and to extend a helping hand whenever I am able. Thanks.

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  9. NatalinaAugust 16, 2016 at 4:03 PM

    Beautiful :)

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  10. mbhmaineAugust 16, 2016 at 7:45 PM

    It's so important to remember that we are seeing the world only through one small lens and to embrace opportunities to widen it. Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem!

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  11. Stacey ShubitzAugust 16, 2016 at 8:41 PM

    I have wonderings like this too, Michelle. I think this is why we're friends.

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  12. Beverley BairdAugust 16, 2016 at 9:28 PM

    Such a beautiful poem! Well said!

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  13. Amy WarntzAugust 17, 2016 at 6:40 AM

    I love your "found poem". We spend a lot of time talking about looking through your lens with our students. This will compliment our conversation beautifully!

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  14. UnknownAugust 18, 2016 at 8:04 AM

    What a beautiful, thought-provoking poem. I am glad you "rediscovered" it!

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