Violets

A vibrant thought that lies in shadows;
A joy which lingers out of reach—
A masterpiece beyond acclaim,
A song that skirts the edge of speech—

Aspiring high, we miss her glory,
And beaten down, we cannot see,
Our tears so often fog the view,
We’re blinded by our vanity—

So open up my eyes, my Lord!
I cannot see the violet treasure
You’ve placed here in my life each day
As I get caught in my own pleasure;

I want to taste the love You’ve given,
Not just to know it in my head,
So bring me to Your gem again,
And let her vivid beauty spread!

© Benjamin Graber
bgraber@neo.rr.com