WINDOWS

The mind is a telescope
without any lens,
gazing through transoms
into invisible realms.

Faith’s candle shines upon
heaven’s scroll,
unfurling oracles and images
no eyes have ever seen.

When the light
reaches into the soul
all we see is possibilities
in any darkness.

Dreamers write upon the clouds
what dares to dwell
beyond our expectations,
by their gaze
are prophets born
who drink the fount of ethereal inspiration,
its divine droplets of grace drenching
as the dew of imagination
that hearts lacking spiritual spectacles
who presume in ignorance
the sight gained
was created from within.