Angel Eyes Poem by John Leroy Maxwell

Our lives are governed by things invisible..
We are blind, in essence..
Yet when we look inward toward love, out of
which all positive passions, ideas, and energies
come, we begin to see..
We see new things, clear things, the machinery
of creation..
The Being beyond all beings, the purity of life
out of which all things emerge..
These are the realms of genius, of inspiration,
and of angels..
The place to which pure minded people, angels,
and children look and find beauty, and all that
which to most remains a secret..