This haze I exhale on my eyeglasses.
This moisture forming soft fog on each lens.
This dry tissue cleaning as it passes
over small frames. Let this process now cleanse
me. Help me see clearly every image
I encounter this day and night. Glory
in each letter’s curve, each word’s growing stage
through phrase and sentence to structured story
or poem, memo or report. Guide me
in viewing each face I face, in reading
lips offering contact. Please remind me
how all things connect, mind ever heeding
clues to hidden links. Provide me with light
enough to sense faith, to keep hope in sight.
Roger Armbrust
December 30, 2010
