Eyes of the Heart

Before me

I see,

and yet comprehend

only a fraction

of what travels

the optic nerve.

Who knows

how the  mind

selects

what it chooses

to see

and what it chooses

to ignore.

Blinded by

an unknown.

Yet

not all known

needs to be seen

to be recognized.

Some things

bypass the eye,

and slide pass

the mind.

Things of faith,

live in the spirit,

and are seen only

by the eyes

of the heart.

© 2012 Tamera Dobbins