Seeing in Color

Just a poem, perhaps it will help

SEEING IN COLOR

Quiet, void of sound, a vacuum of silence abounds.
Yet, a deaf ear can hear.

Absolute darkness, no stars of radiate light: Empty sight.
Yet, a blind eye can see.

Not magic, Devine Intervention or miracles beyond our grasp.
Yet, impossible for most to do: This simple task.

In the beginning, it wasn’t meant to be that way.
But travels through time, and ‘futures past’
Caught in the middle; lost, we took the wrong path.

What matters to me is better than what happens to you.
Ignore if you will, three basic principles, once a golden rule.
Consideratin, Compassion, and Commitment:
Three C's; it enables the deaf to hear, the blind to see.

To thoughts, feelings, and needs of another;
Human, aninmal or some other life force.
Try, just once, to go beyond the norm and carry the torch.

Vast confusion, like confetti swirling in a Macy’s Parade.
The idiot, dumb and stupid, low I.Q., can’t make 1 + 1 = 2
Yet, he’s smarter than me or you.

So tell me now, if you can: Is it important or just a Charade?

©Bird Richards 2005