SONNET #1

What if you raised your eyes up from the floor
and saw the world as if for the first time?
What if I showed you that to find the door
is not a hopeless prospect or a crime?

What if you realised that all the pain
you and all others suffered in this life,
was not, as you have wondered, so arcane,
nor difficult to understand that strife?

When doomed to sweep incessantly that floor,
forever seeing new-found dirt to brush,
‘eyes-down’ becomes a potent metaphor —
our minds stuck in the constant need to flush.

For if we never look beyond the ground,
what chance is there that Light and Truth be found?

SONNET #2

When inner eyes look up beyond the dirt
and see what has been hidden heretofore,
they look way past the victimhoodful hurt.
and all the mesmerising of ‘allure’.

Then when you ask (distractions having gone):
“Just what then are the real conspiracies?”
I will reply, “In truth, THERE’S ONLY ONE,
the knowledge of which opens eyes and frees”.

With hunger you will lunge and grasp my wrist
(for desperation’s how the work begins —
by disillusionment you must be kissed!).
To know which is that one, your ardour wins.

The principal conspiracy, in sum,
is to deny Christ in the flesh has come.

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© Copyright, Alan Morrison, 2025
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