If the soul had eyes unshadowed by <br />that restless fog that shorts my mortal stature; <br />eyes so bright with dazzling holy light <br />reflected pure from every living creature - <br /> <br />and if the soul were minded by itself <br />thus hearing every being that moves and lives <br />sing of its perfect greatness and its wealth, <br />give of itself as God forever gives – <br /> <br />and if the soul might always choose the best <br />unhindered by the tempting, ceaseless play <br />of magic new creation far from rest – <br />what then would be my Truth, my Life, my Way? <br /> <br />So may I dream – dream in God’s soul and mind; <br />so dream myself awake - this true to find.. <br /> <br />* <br /> <br />[With boundless thanks to David Taylor for this thought first expressed in his poem]<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sonnet-in-soul-s-eyes/
