I should close my eyes against my sight
it brings me no truth, only questions.
It brings me no answers,
only choices.
It brings me no closer to understanding
only closer to naked reality
as it is revealed
by the loss of my innocences.
Each of us is potentially Adam
each of us can leave the garden
of our ignorance.
Sometimes faith whispers to me now
out of her shadowed dream gardens
only mine.
But as yet I listen reluctantly,
unable to see her.
But I find nothing worth seeing
in my material sight either
nothing to quench the thirst of my spirit...
thirst for more than my senses can admit.
Nothing there to to convince me that there IS more
but my looking and my love.
gallagher
23 jun 75
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —