SEE BEFORE ME
Sometimes I see be before me a multitude of things,
From the splashing of water to butterfly wings.
See the western sky glow with a deep ruby red,
And see the birds fly in formation over head.
Each sight sparks a poem or a pretty picture thought,
Or found a message that has sweet knowledge taught,
Even the force of a gale that often rips, cuts and tears,
Can be in a special way an answer to my prayers.
I try and see beyond the sight of the small human eye,
And spread out the vision and then with a contented sigh
See more and feel the sight as it becomes a small part of me,
Then I will have gained a little insight, ready for eternity.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 14 September 2005