The Invisible

 

I believe in what is unseen,

as a gentle summer's breeze

does rustle the leaves of sundry trees.

When a ship is leaving port,

it is soon out of sight

over the horizon or into the night.

Emotions are not readily visible,

a kiss, a caress are symbols only

of a feeling so often unsaid and lonely.

Our thoughts, desires and ideas

are manifest in deeds of action

but remain hidden in their early inception.

Clouds or mist cover a familiar scene,

and obscure our view

temporary blindness then comes sight anew.

The Creed announces that we believe

in all things visible and invisible,

such a belief can never be risible.

Our vision is often obscured in sight,

but that speaks of the infinite

where the invisible one is all that is good and right,

but he also is out of sight.