The Eye of Certainty
By John Herlihy

Certainty has but one eye,
That shines thru the blue of sky.
It casts away all hint of doubt,
Wipes from the face any lingering pout.
Intense, sharp, with the force of an eagle,
It sits in the mind on a throne regal.

Mine I and the eye are but one,
Focused on the certain, of doubt none.
The scent of blooming lilacs in the air,
Evoke certainties with none to spare.
The rising sun induces sheet delight,
The eye of certainty sees it with insight.

Mine eye and the Eye are but one.
Focused on ancient mysteries spun.
The face of the half moon, ruined, ragged,
Roaming the night sky like a savage.
The eye of the owl sees in the dark,
When it hoots, it is sounding “Hark”.

Mine eye and the Divine Eye are but one,
Vision of the Divine we must never shun.
The waves always cresting in white foam,
Over vast seas, our seeking hearts roam.
The eye of mystery shines light on darkness,
Revealing truths to raise our awareness.

And then there is the Supreme Face of God,
Wherever you look, you can find it there.
In blue bells, in ferns, in moonshine, in a ladybug,
Even in the embrace of a simple affectionate hug.
Lost in the magical world of mystic wonder
The eye of certainty casts all falsehood asunder.