My Mind's Eye

It is right to find ourselves in wonderment before the glories of the earth, before every valley of the sky disclosing lush reward to jaded sight; it is silent grace. It is even more right to wonder at the life we are given in every conscious moment now disclosed to us. It cedes a second breath to bind our sleep beneath a second consciousness that opens to a breathless eye, a gasping of the heart. This is the one that can be mustered only by, "Depart from me. I am a sinful man." This is the conclusion of the wise one. This is the coronet his counterpart may wear. It is the only soothing balm that they may finally prepare, the singular gift of awe. That is the gentle voice that puts the hurricane to shame. It is a sight to render sense a senseless aid, an understanding in despair, a ray of light beyond reality. It is our hope of heaven beyond the knee of penitence, the glorious whirl of now when words and thoughts are helpless, crumble in another cast of irony, and fall away. ~