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