Beyond the Objective Surface

What’s real does not bounce particles
Nor swim with random waves.
Its surface swings an open door,
Predictably behaves.

The real’s beyond the object.
Love lifts it, lets us see,
Sustaining every now we know
While veiled majestically.


Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night.  Grace is hosting.

Photos: “Overlooking Lake Michigan” by the author.