Poem January 30, 1971 Issue

THE MICROSCOPE OF LOVE

Margaret Tsuda

Snowflakes go
flurrying or blizzarding by—
a wet, misty blur.
On the ground
snow felts together
in a white wall-to-wall.
Or so we see!

But the microscope's
enlarging eye
rejects snow,
chooses snowflake,
astonishing us with
revelation of
intricate, crystalline patterns
infinitely varied,
each unlike all others.
Why cannot our eyes see that? Peoples cover
continents of our planet.
Beyond the narrow
band of kith,
do we not see faces
in a featureless blur—
"the public," "the masses,"
"hard-core unemployed,"
"overprivileged,"
"victims of x,"
"inhabitants of Y"?

But the microscope of Love
denies demographs,
statistical tables,
lifts man
out of mankind,
focusing the
light of Truth
on each beloved son,
so that expression, form, and color
stand out in
perfect individuality.
And we too can see this!

Margaret Tsuda

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