The Divine Lens

By John Herlihy

Thru the Divine Lens I gaze,

To bring focus into the haze.

Held securely by my finger,

Visions sharpen and linger.

Into my memory I will sew,

Such insights never to let go.

Mystery of Spirit to conceive,

Threads of light in the weave.

Bees hovering over the flower,

God’s lens sees a divine bower.

A snail makes a rare spectacle,

The Eye sees a beloved miracle.

Footprints of birds in the snow,

Bird-prints a work of art in tow.

A cricket sounds night rhythms,

The Ear listens to sacred hymns.

The shadowy awning of a tree,

Recalls the blessing of eternity.

The human eye waits for more,

The Divine Lens opens the door.