Sight

I give my eyes to Truth.

Truth, train my eyes,

in this and every moment —

let me see straight

Catch me before my eyes

connect the dots in some distorted way,

before they draw conclusions

from some vapid, hapless picture —

help me behold unfolding acts of grace

and hidden harmony,

let them spring up before me,

showing me the universe of good

And if I haven’t seen them yet,

let me hold on, unfazed,

let me hold out for Truth’s appearing

in its own timeless rhythm

throughout my days.

©Wendy Mulhern

August 31, 2019