Sight Poem by Skylark Woodrow

At the age of unbelieving, everything that can't be seen is not.
What if that was so?
If people only relied on their sight, what would be left?
You can see people, but not their hopes, dreams, and desires.
You can see books, but not the stories inside them.
You can see trees, but not the wood beneath the bark.
You can see the beauty of a bird, but cannot hear the beauty of its song.
You can see the leaves rustle, but you cannot feel the breeze that makes them move.
You can see food sitting before you, but you cannot taste a single drop.
You can see that an animal is alive, but you cannot see its heart pumping or the blood flowing throughout its veins.
You cannot see the infinite mind or hands that created such creatures and gave them life,
Yet we know they are there.
Seeing is not always believing,
And your senses cannot be trusted to tell you everything.
Sometimes faith is needed to fill the gaps left by sight.

(2013.12.2)