Vision Turned

If we could see the spirits
of those on the street
We'd take a moment
and stop them and meet
We'd linger in their presence
and learn what we could
We'd sit at their feet
longer than we should
Sometimes we are afforded
a glimpse into the soul
of someone who passes by
we are certain that we know
It is tempting in that case
to worship and bow down
Their glory is so great
You can almost see their crown
It is a precarious balance
to remember who they are
and admire and learn
without taking it too far
and sacrificing ourselves
or laying down flat
on top of the wrong altar
and being consumed like that
I have been thrown off
my course for a time
by the spirit of another
My focus became blind
I could see so clearly
the depth of love and care
I could see nothing else
and I tripped into the snare
What started as a gift
to be cherished and kept
became a winding trial
And oh-how I've wept
The truth has set me free
I can again see
I know what is required
and the place I long to be
My sights are again on heaven
and my soul turned to the Lord
He is all that I truly need
And that is all I can afford