Refined

… dew drips down window-panes.

Condensation that clouds vision so I cannot see true.

Coloured shapes, largely blurred, out of which stand

tiny bits and pieces sliced sharp by refractive dew-drop lenses.

Like life.

Clouded by my own and others’ shortfalls, vague visions surround

slivered sightings focused by Spirit In-Sight.

Living Water sharply refracts my skew, refining blurred vision to Truth.