Unless I can see what I do not know ~
it’s not true……is it?
Unless I can touch those that are too far away ~
I can’t be part of their lives ……am I wrong?
Unless I can smell what is behind the door ~
it’s not real……is it?
Unless I can hear the voices of others ~
I’ve forgotten them…….have I?
Unless I can taste the flavours ~
it’s not really nourishment……is it?
Unless I can see what I do not know ~
my faith may be shaken….. but not for long.
“This is why I read novels: so I can escape my own unrelenting monologue.”
~ Carol Shields, Unless
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