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Seeing Things
by John Herlihy → (All Poetry by John Herlihy)
Sunday, September 13, 2020 Rated "G" by the Author.

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-- Seeing Things -- John Herlihy We think we see things with the eyes. We come to see things with the mind. To see things we may love or despise, That inspires feelings of another kind. Seeing pictures drawn into the eyes, But felt somewhere deep in the heart. The Images arrive with no compromise, They won’t let go, imprinted as fine art. Seeing some things for the first time, A first time never to see as first again. An experience I can call uniquely mine, At least in the same way back when. Seeing some things for the last time, A last time seeing, never to see again. Again, an experience allotted as mine, A final offering that destiny doth send. Seeing the things that give some hope, Life can be difficult, often empty, bare. In my mind’s eye, I see the divine rope, Not just see, I climb it, escaping despair. Seeing all the things that we did love, To settle in the eyes beyond compare. My heart filled by the peace of a dove, Love gives vision to be brave, to dare. Not just seeing, but seeing things lost, Things we appreciate when finally gone. Things that came to us with great cost, If lost, we hear the echo of their song. Then we see all the things that we miss, One’s mother, one’s father, a loved one. The innocence of the young, the first kiss, Seeing the joy and sorrow in our life spun. We may see things that we have forgotten, Things take on new life when remembered. In remembering, we do feel newly begotten, Honestly felt, not as something pretended. Seeing things fresh every time remembered, Bringing me to the brink of an emotion stark. Vivid memories fade when left to be forgotten, When I see them again, l listen carefully, hark. Then we see through things into the invisible, Waiting patiently to be seen behind the veil. To see the throbbing heart behind the visible, Light upon light that lies just beyond the vale. We thank God’s providence for this gift of sight, That in learning to see, we can see much more. All thru a clear day and far into the dark night, Wherever you turn, there the Creator to adore. - - - - - - Copyright © John Herlihy Saturday 12 September 2020

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on October 13, 2020

THANK GOD FOR PERIODS IN TIME WHEN THE LIMITATION OF OUR PHYSICAL EYES IS REALIZED AND WE ARE LED BY OUR CREATOR... BEYOND THE VEIL, WHERE TREASURES PAST, PRESENT AND TO COME ARE 'CLEARLY' SEEN. SO NICELY DONE, JOHN. THANK YOU! LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Rebecca McKeehan

Reviewed on September 18, 2020

I'm often touched by the ability of many blind people who can see different hues of truth, both physically and philosophically. There are many ways to see things beyond what our eyes can tell us.

Rebecca

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

Reviewed on September 13, 2020

what we each see is life itself, thank you John

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

We see many different things daily, some with our naked eyes, and some as a remembrance in how we saw the first or the last time we saw. All this brings us different emotions - sometimes happiness, and sometimes sadness. I like the way you have written the different emotions in this poem. Great job!

Sandie