The mirror cracked my eye; If looking glasses are dark, then why should I look?
Give me the roses back, and I will seek truth elsewhere; And why should I acquire knowledge that hurts?
Scripture and philosophy blurred my vision, and I weary in sifting; Then why should I stare?
I long for simplicity, and ache for blissful ignorance, or peaceful acceptance.
My image has changed, or is it my perception? Is it the mirror or my eye?
~Zenaida
Z,
I sympathize with the yearning and confusion expressed so eloquently in the poem. Thanks.
Beautiful…thank you.
Beautiful.
You have an impressive talent. I also read your question from your last post and wanted to share what I found about following the prophet at
http://speeches.byu.edu/reader/reader.php?id=6751
Sorry for mixing one subject with your poem, but I didn’t know how else to share.
ps Thanks for expressing your poetry.