Seeing
There is none more beauteous than me;
Not for how I look but how I see.
If you could see yourselves with my eyes,
You would never be afraid.
Angels crowded close
Despise one another,
While singly they’re adored.
So find, each one, yourself,
And loving that, love all.
Love that and all,
One act indivisible,
For your angst is ours
And requires it.
Else, blindness, indiscriminate, could spare,
But lose in oblivion. Ware!
Nothing outside means nothing within.
Death of the body’s no sin,
Even self-chosen.
In life, choosing blindness
Is bad as can be.
Then dead flesh will calamity bring.
And, spreading, more sorrow,
Till, taking all,
The moment arrive
When none sees –
The Fall.
Are eyes so sore that lids prevail?
Then use mine for a while;
Forever, or till love’s restored.
Your sorrow we’ll share
And blindness forsake.
Our vision’s our duty;
God’s act.
Copyright © George Tally | Year Posted 2016
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