The God of meek and small weak ones is Love.
How can it be that all you see is Writ
So large? You must be looking wrongly. Sight
With eyes that see from hearts are what you need.
The heart, where body-soul transpire is where
Your vision must be found. And I am blind…
My soul, cerebral is, and in the dark,
Am drifting, listless, in my mind all night