The Eyes

The eyes are not the windows of the soul
Ask anyone who’s ever been near death
Sight’s sense burns out when one has lost control
And only lives by autonomic breath
The ears remain awake in coma’s shade
Though ears do not admit the gold of light
No human form exists with windows made
To show the soul through simple sound or sight
So what shall we with metaphors extol?
What sense should be apprised above the rest?
Can words describe the sanctum of the soul?
What part fills some superlative like best?
The words I write are windows, read and see
They say the Word is God, and I agree.

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