Veil

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Veil

A Sonnet

These eyes a window to play of life
Drinks by sight jostle and the strife.
The coarse skinned and tender born
Journeying breathe all hope forlorn.

Even canine stray by a sure instinct
Wends its way through stint.
But man and mind by blind reason
Blunder their way through every season.

Hobbled man and his pauper’s pride
Chooses by senses this misery ride.
Suspend this anarchy, impose a silence 
Emerges a joy and true life commence.

By this sight truer and a worn out Veil
His name in wonder, my pilgrim lips do hail!