The Window Of Awareness
A few blinks through the window of awareness
by Raymond F. Rogers
And we think we know the truth of what we've seen.
But we only guess at much of what we witness
For dust and grime distort our viewing screen. We know not the degree of the distortion;
Commerce beclouds a hazy, narrow view.
Still we will argue out of firm conviction
That what we think we've seen, is absolutely true! We make assumptions, and choose a style of living
(We must work to earn our daily bread)
But we cannot satisfy a vague misgiving
That what we've seen, was not correctly read. We are too quick to judge another's picture
When we can, only darkly, see our own.
God, alone, can remove the stricture
To a better vision of the known. When daylight fades into the dark
May we no longer be opposed,
And each be berthed upon the ark
When the door is closed.