O ye of little faith,
How can you doubt?
Can you not see
What's painted right before your eyes?
Can you ignore
the world's insignificance
And block out the lies---
There's a Picasso
Painted there, in heavenly skies.
Can you not make out
The smooth lines
Connecting dotted events
Of human lives?
You may not understand
How the colors flow
And the threads connect,
Woven into this tapestry--
So you fall into deceit ,
Clever lies spread by the "wise"
Then the painting begins to smear
Drunk with the wine of the world
And you believe them?
He who has an ear,
Let him hear---
Cast away your doubt
Look out with clear eyes,
Focus the intertwining threads
And paint the picture for yourself,
Let not the truth surprise
As words make up the picture
And the picture fills your mind
See.
Hear.
Speak.
And let the truth come alive.
O ye of little faith--
Grow, spread your wings.
Fly into the tapestry.