Vision through the
eyeglass sharpens
Look where you will
and find a blessing
For what you bid is
where you’ll go
What you seek is
what you’ll know
Beauty, grandeur,
wealth, what have you
Even in modest
places the heart speaks volumes
And while you ache
for more, you’re blinded
Lack, denial,
poverty, it all comes ‘round
For death leaves
only the dry, hard bones
And what is it to
anyone to be buried with gold?
Vision is seeing the
end in the beginning,
Looking beyond the
moment, being patient
Enough to accept we
are where we’re meant to be
Else we find
ourselves ever on a merry-go-round
Vision through the
eyeglass sharpens
As we watch from sea
to find the shore
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