Blind Without Faith
The mind sees
what the heart believes;
therefore, the heart is our eye
and eyes windows
too often
to hollow heads.
We feel light more
than allow it to clarify—
a cloud of emotions
true Dark Matter….
There are no spaces
in creation: no bridges to cross
nor potholes to leap--just broken continuity,
where faithless junctures….
Oh! If only to splice love
into everything—
but such an easy solution
makes us impossible….
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