Our eyes are windows of the soul
Through which we see the light
Of dawning day, the sunset glow,
And twinkling stars at night.
Some folk looks out upon the world
With eyes that seldom see
The beauty in a blooming flower,
Or foliage on a tree.
But others gaze through brighter lens,
Unblemished are their sight,
They see the beauty of the day,
And moon lit lakes at night.
Some folks just seem to glimpse the rain
That always comes their way,
While others catch the sunlight rifts
That pierce the mist and spray.
Our eyes are windows, may we all
Throughout the livelong day,
Detect the fairer thing of earth
That counteracts the gray.
March, 1949
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