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A few blinks through the window of awareness
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;
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Sometimes great quandaries know my soul:
I marvel at the silliness of man;
"How," I ask, "can God be in control
As chaos wreaks such havoc in the land?" But rectitude requires I search my soul
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3.

My garden is a safe abode
For a hungry winner.
There a little hoppy toad
Has flies and bugs for dinner. He will look around and jump
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The Window Of Awareness

A few blinks through the window of awareness
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.

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