I Think We Travel through Our Lives Half Blind . . .

I think we travel through our lives half blind

We see! ---And so, we don’t---

For it is, our eyes with which are seeing

And they are yet of the earth

And see not that which isn’t

Our eyes can never see in darkness

For they are dark to the light there

And call it darkness

Being not made of the right substance

With which to see  

We think we come to the light

And that we do not cover our heads

From its reach down into the depths of us

But we hide below the surface of the sea of life---

Not knowing that we can be seen---

Yet the water above us

Is become as clear as crystal

And there is no where we can hide

Why do we run from the light?

Lest we be seen and have to change!

Not realizing that the piercing eyes

Which see into us---love us utterly

Yearn to take us out of night and into day

The eyes that see in darkness

Are those of the substance of day

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                                       - Written today