Refractions

Refractions

Are You only found in simplicity

Or is it only in complexity?

Could it possibly be a “both” and an “and”

That brings us to the touch of a Father’s hand

Could it be my eyes are so close to me

That I cannot see the good that sets me free?

I sense the fears, the angers, the distractions

Not knowing the hopes that release the refractions

Sending the light in tens of thousands of directions

More colors than I could ever know

Whether I take it in, in its glorious context

Or whether I take it in fully without

There is still a hue, a vague, a shade, a glimpse

That brings a bright spark back in to my DNA.