Pry Our Eyes Open - See!

Our own eyes blind us. We can we not see beyond ourselves. Our own fears, emotions, both good and bad, pleasant and unpleasant...

The path is riddled with ruts and bumps;
thorns embed themselves in our flesh;
outstretched branches entrap and overpower,
surrounding us like fish trapped in nets.

Darkness hovers with a close blanket of control
draped like a sheet atop your over stimulated senses.
Is life so bad? Focus on what we have, not had -
feared prison represents boundaries of self-built fences.

Volcanoes spew and sputter lava of hate and apathy
that oozes, fiercely flowing, ‘til hardened black and blind.
Is bleeding acidity often the dominant emotion,
because we've submitted to a constant lifeless grind?

We used to appreciate the engulfing beauty around us;
grassy plains dancing with the wind; birds whistling
harmoniously composed symphonies of natural bliss
warbling lilting notes across the crests of waves rippling.

No longer do we notice the clouds parting across
an overcast day, like a window into the heavenly soul;
God awakening, parting His lids to allow
the rays of His golden orbs upon the earth to glow.

A sphere of eternally undiscovered depth thrives
throughout the unsophisticated and unadulterated mind.
A heart throbs with pulsating vibrations pounding
a soulful song emitted from the "center of life".

And souls...souls are like fireflies contained in a jar -
still stunning but were never meant to be hidden away.
Release yours from its glass encasement, that it may
illuminate the meadows of another's life some day.

When did we stroll through the garden and fail,
refuse, decline to see the blooming blossoms?
When did we look at each other's eyes, but
ceased seeing into them - into their problems?

The world, we, have become so blatantly, blindly bleak...
merely a whirl of smog, and fog, and drizzle...
Seek to find the enchantment still there, disregard
our deceptive eyes that make hope invisible.