Edit3 - To the Limits of Vision

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To the Limits of Vision


Here's to the God-granted limits of vision
that spare us all sight of hairy dust mites,
of earthquakes aborning in landslips beneath us,
and (greatest of mercies) our fellow-men’s souls.

From fear of ugliness He made provision
by blinding our eyes to virus and blights;
earth-bounded horizons He chose to bequeath us,
that doom might surprise us like bulldozered moles.
 
Most of all, we must applaud His decision
to hide our red rage at meaningless slights,
men's envy, those hellish depressions that wreath us
as darkly we sulk after missing our goals.

Praise our Creator, though we can’t envision
His reason to block His creatures' insights:
He sees our bad hearts through the falsehoods that sheath us
and spares us His pain as we fail in our roles.

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Here's to the God-granted limits of vision
that spare us all sight of hairy dust mites,
of earthquakes aborning in landslips beneath us,
and (greatest of mercies) our fellow-men’s souls.

From fear of ugliness He made provision
by blinding our eyes to virus and blights;
eyes bounded by solids He chose to bequeath us,
that doom might surprise us like bulldozered moles.
 
Most of all, we must applaud His decision
to hide our red rage at meaningless slights,
men's envy, those hellish depressions that wreath us
as darkly we sulk after missing our goals.

Praise our Creator, though we can’t envision
His reason to block His creatures' insights:
He sees our bad hearts through the falsehoods that sheath us
and spares us His pain as we fail in our roles.

edit1;

Here's to the God-granted limits of vision
that spare us all sight of hairy dust mites,
of earthquakes aborning in landslips beneath us,
and (greatest of mercies) our fellow-men’s souls.

From fear of ugliness He made provision
by blinding our eyes to virus and blights;
sight stoppered by stone, too, He chose to bequeath us,
that doom might surprise us like bulldozered moles.

Most of all, we must applaud His decision
to hide our red rage at meaningless slights,
men's envy, those hellish depressions that wreath us
at holidays, funerals, when the bell tolls.

Praise our Creator, for we can envision
His reason to block His creatures' insights:
He sees our bad hearts through the falsehoods that sheath us
and spares us His pain as we fail in our roles.

original version;


Here's to the God-granted limits of vision
that spare us all sight of hairy dust mites,
fell earthquakes aborning in strata beneath us
and, greatest of mercies, our fellow-men’s souls.

In the nature of a toast.  Posted here rather than short form or for-fun to see how our fine crop of critics can improve it.