IF YOU CAN’T SEE IT, IT CAN’T SEE YOU

This is an odd one, I must admit. Make of it what you will!!

I’ll never make a deacon with my aptitude for sin

I’m just a sideways angel with a halo made of tin

I’m cursed with an affliction – the ability of sight

And no amount of angry words will ever make this right.

For purity’s the cataract that nature should allow

If you’re evil, you have never seen as clear as you see now

The virtuous walk solidly

Unseeing as they pass

The vixen in the chicken coop

The viper in the grass.

I see the bag of thighbones as they rattle to the floor

When someone pure, unseeing, opened wide the closet door.

They never want for laughter

And have no room to despise

And if that’s the only price, oh Lord

Come take away my eyes!

So forgive me if this brands me

A cynic and unkind –

But I can’t help loving virtue, because virtue makes you blind.