! ! A Sonnet In Soul's Eyes

If the soul had eyes unshadowed by that restless fog that shorts my mortal stature; eyes so bright with dazzling holy light reflected pure from every living creature - and if the soul were minded by itself thus hearing every being that moves and lives sing of its perfect greatness and its wealth, give of itself as God forever gives – and if the soul might always choose the best unhindered by the tempting, ceaseless play of magic new creation far from rest – what then would be my Truth, my Life, my Way? So may I dream – dream in God’s soul and mind; so dream myself awake - this true to find.. * [With boundless thanks to David Taylor for this thought first expressed in his poem]