Things Invisible

The world is full of the things we see But more than these are the things unseen, An example is the wind that sweeps rain to us And the lust that leads to things obscene. The faith that believers so much praise Is a thing that they neither can see nor touch, Yet its power permeates their innermost being And it’s a thing that they preach about so much. And the God they worship with so much reverence Remains unseen and yet everywhere at the same time, He chose for himself the better option of being invisible And gave us the lesser state of the visible grime. The life we fear to lose at every turn Remains a mystery to all of us, A fluid airy thing, methinks - The result of some omnipotent fuss. All things that really matter cannot be seen. What we see is unexciting physical matter That lacks the hidden meaning of existence; Temporal stuff such as a hill or a pig or a tatter…