Seeing the Unseen

My eyes see where stars were born and the moon veils the sun with white teardrops penetrating the stubborn hearts of men who from love run. My eyes see the lush Spring resurrecting life for the meek and bitterness for the stone hearted fleeing healing they do not wish to seek. My eyes see the impulsive will of lust controlling morally striving souls into which the knife of self-righteousness is thrust, pouring their blood into golden sacrificing bowls. My eyes see majestic hills and humble valleys while the truth wounds and a lie kills and an imprisoned heart of past compassion flees. My eyes see struggling mankind against blameless truth: all creation is suffering for our iniquity. My eyes see the sputtering rain sent to bless with redemption and curse with fears. A cleansing veil from pain mingled with the salt of humanity's tears. What do you see?