Made to See

"Made to See"

There will ever be those who would harvest my joy,
until my path on clearing ends.
Yet I would remember that my wandering journey
is as much about twists as it is about bends.

For Creator has given these far gazing eyes
to see the deep-cached beauty when,
It seems my trail is tumbling skies,
and my own joy I must defend.

I'm sure the gift of these dexterous hands
is meant to delve for good on earth,
Yes ever will my fingers search
out to far and distant lands.

This pair of feet will travel trails
to find the message hidden deep,
Within the falcons in soaring skies
and owls that rise when most men sleep.

This reaching, questing mind of mine,
is always sifting out the gold,
That dwells within each living thing,
and teaches us of love untold.

My lips were gifted to wake the slumber,
of life and light in fellow beings.
To heal the wounds that drag us under,
below a sky that flashes thunder
I'll raise the torch, for oft it seems
That my sisters and brothers continue to struggle
in widening darkness and shadow dreams.

And when this trial has passed on through me,
fear will be gone
and I will be clean.