When I send vision forth with vow of devotee
The Real, deeply sealed; may still elude me.
I could gaze on for days into spectacles ablaze
Yet still be at play with some lesser light’s rays.
Blindfold me then to anything less
I surrender my own, my all, I confess.
Let the entire of my senses bow low in sacred ground.
That the splendorous abound of Your True Light be found.
©2012 Linda Willows
(photo: Romina Dugherovv)