My Lens

As we stand before
the garden
so
lush

~

you
ask:

 “Which lens
will you choose
to view
the world?”

~

Without hesitation,
I reply:

“I choose the lens
that
illuminates
the sky…

so
I may sparkle
amongst the
evening
stars,

and

slide down
the golden rays of
morning
sun.”

~

Approvingly,
you nod,
and
query:

“Can you tell me more
about this lens
you
long for?”

~

I exclaim:

“I wish
for
this lens
to
enlighten,

and
show me

how to dance
with trees,

 as they
sway

to
and
fro

with
reverence

for
wind’s most
soulful
song.”

~

You gaze at me,
with a most
curious stare,
and say:

 “Ahhh, but tell me,
can you
even
find
such a
lens to call
your own?”

~

I pause,

and
wistfully
declare:

“Oh yes, Oh yes!

 I will
find
this lens;

This looking
glass

that
inspires

my fingers

~

to
touch
the delicate
silken petals

of

even the
smallest
flower,

and 

to
explore
the deepest
lines

ingrained
on
 earth’s fallen
leaves.”

~

 You sigh,
seemingly
satisfied,

“Hmm,”

you say,
in a low
contemplative
tone,

“but this wonderful
lens you
speak of…

tell me
of
the most
perfect
vision
it

will
 ultimately
reveal.“

~

And then,
I smile,
slowly closing
my
hopeful eyes,
and
profess:

“I choose the lens
that guides me
gently…

through
the open
doors
of

my own
heart,

so that I
can
see

~

with perfect
precision
and
clarity

~

every
glorious
color

of

~

Your

Love.”

~

© Robyn Lee

November 17, 2012 | Categories: Fall 2012, Philosophy, Spiritual | Tags: choice, colors, dialogue, flowers, focus, gardens, healing, hope, lens, looking glass, Love, nature, perspective, philosophy, photography, poetry, prose, Robyn Lee, spirit, vision | 69 Comments