How often do we miss the fainter note
Or fail to see the more exquisite hue,
Blind to the tiny streamlet at our feet,
Eyes fixed upon some other, further view.
What chimes of harmonies escape our ears,
How many rainbows must elude our sight,
We see a field but do not see the grass,
Each blade a miracle of shade and light.
How then to keep the greater end in eye
And watch the sunlight on the distant peak,
And yet not tread on any leaf of love,
Nor miss a word the eager children speak?
Ah, what demand upon the narrow heart,
To seek the whole, yet not ignore the part.
~Philip Britts “Sonnet 1”
We are born nearly blinded with our sole focus on our hunger to be filled and held. As we grow, our focus sharpens to marvel and fall in love with those who feed and nurture us.
The world is almost too much to take in — a miracle of shade and light.
With age, we scan for detail within the whole. Time’s a wasting (and so are we) if we don’t capture it all with the lenses of our eyes.
Too soon the end of life, when once again our vision blurs and the world fades from view. We hunger again to be filled and held.
Heaven will be almost too much to take in – our hearts full to bursting.