Colin F. Jones

THE HEART AND EYE

My eye but sees what yet my heart can’t view,
For eyes see all the flaws in sweet content,
My heart but sees the goodness there in you,
But, which to love, is truly relevant?
In looking thus, my eyes to my heart attached,
Pass visions of the scenes which wilt and fade,
Through places pure that in defence dispatch,
A light to kill the shadows of the shade.
Here then the heart in innocence to the eye,
Controls the brain, the centre of the soul,
And lives in truth, but devoured as a lie,
To build a mountain where there is a hole.
Then who can say if the heart or eye is right?
Eyes oft are blind and a heart has perfect sight.