By sight unseen

In this picture-world where thoughts are things,my life is like a net of self-design;fine mesh of will and wish and dreams,drawn up empty time and time again.How can I cast it on the other side?From where I stand, that side looks dark to me:beyond the speaking and the plans,the schedules and schemes,what would there be that I could trust?What does it mean, "We walk by faith not sight"?

I must wait on Love, not just to see,but wait on Life to move me through each doing.Not my idea of how to earn a living!And yet, for all my work what do I havethat stands against the quiet eating of the moth?

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