We seek because we hope to find…

We seek, because we hope to find
A gallery among the blind;
A bit of hope, a bit of rouge,
A plot behind the subterfuge —

The soft or strong, the give or take,
The love we speak that then we make
In choruses of two, entwined —
We seek, because we hope

To find

Of Human Blindness

Of human blindness, and its cost
We find a people strangely lost
In wishing ill on those they find
To whom the Fates have been more kind

It’s funny how we cannot see
The things we do reflexively
Like envy others what they have
And think that this our souls will salve

So we don’t strive for blessedness
But to prevent others’ success
And human blindness, hard and fast
Turns into madness at the last

Painting Dots

The house we’re in now’s not the one
In which the kids got bigger;
The little mem’ries I have lost –
The count’s too great to figure

For life’s a craft of painting dots
These flecks of hopes and prayers
That only form a picture when
There’s no one left
Who cares

Behind A Hidden Door

Behind a hidden door

A valley green, a pathway, and a brook

And you, the brave explorer of this world

Like from a movie, or a favorite book

 

Why is it that you shrink within your room?

Is it enough? Do you not long for more?

There is a green, a fair world, calling you:

Just find, and open wide that

Hidden

 
Door