David Hilton's Poetry Site

There's a whole world under this one.
It's the land of causes and of wonder
the sea of grace and dreams,
it flows like liquid, runs like lightning;
a globe alive with invisible streams.
We live on the surface of this world.
Blind to its movements we cope with events
that seem random, odd and unclear;
we flounder in oceans capricious and strange
with eyes closed in soul-shelling fear.
There's no need for fear here.
There's a unity in reality that
can be viewed with only eyes cleansed;
if hatred and fear and bad things are near
then the whole world can never be sensed.
                                                                     DH