Sense the Unseens

So why should I desert my senses clear,
and fly to try to see the all unseen?
Yet sure I know there’s more than now and here
of things unseen and seen and in between.

I trust who knows the unseens of my cell,
some unseens influence me from history,
I see who lives inside my memory well,
why not the saints who send unseens to me?

And then there’s You Who brings my soul alive,
Your Church makes sense of everything in range,
these needs that help me spiritually survive,
the unseen of my heart’s to me least strange.

I’d rather desert the seen out there so true
than ever give up, Lord, my seeing You.

                 by Pete Voelz      9/10/13