Blindness Of Thought

How precious can it ever be;
that marvelous gift of sight;
enabling each of us to see;
a meadow of sheer delight.

The sun nearly blinds the eyes;
to announce a brand new day;
a moon and stars light the skies;
to help us find our way.

Beauty, around us everywhere;
bright colors in every direction;
all we can do, is stand and stare;
at the canvas of God’s perfection.

Yet, our eyes don’t give us vision;
they merely take in light;
thought then makes it’s decision;
determining day from night.

The mind deciphers what we see;
determining shapes and sizes;
telling others that it’s really me;
for, only thought apprises.

The soul, in the mind, has its own eyes;
encountering deeper depths of being;
uncovering; many a surprise;
for believing is more honest than seeing.

When blindness strikes the eyes of thought;
where the bread of life may leaven;
we’re no longer able to do all we ought;
and lose all sight of heaven.