These Eyes
With these eyes,
These mundane eyes,
Less I can see,
Much I can't comprehend,
I'm by a stream,
I fetch according to my vessel's size,
Water falls,
It's music I'm left alone to decide,
I'm given a voluminous book,
I'm asked to read between the lines,
A parchment unfolds before me,
Its words are deep mysteries,
Wonders to my sight,
I need to fight,
I need to quest,
To search out its meaning,
I'm in a world,
That doesn't show all,
A tutor that doesn't teach all,
Some say it's an absurdist world,
I'll say it's a mystery ball
I'll walk through each dawn's door,
Anticipating heaven's light.
January. 20, 2023.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2023
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