Wise in our own eyes, blind.
Truth speaks softly, silently
Beauty need only be a Whisper
Hope ebbs slowly, distant, afar
Faith the gift neglected…
Wisdom, restricted to opinion
Leans to its own understanding
Wise in our own eyes, blind…
To Truth, Beauty, Hope and Faith.
Adrian Wait:
Easter 2014
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