These Times

These passing times got me thinking,
Vibrations across my optic nerve been felt
Whose' voice be left unheard
Or not to be seen 
With one's ear nor eye
It all brings beauty to my eyes
And feed my brain for more
And to what beauty of a flower is comparison
A capture from a best man’s eye
Fascination it brings to your mind 
Be the beauty of the world 
Timeless world would be ideal
For one's corrections
Common ratio in men's life
Be mistaken aboard not in context
Further my life goes on 
To be accredited to what is achieved
Arave my bent knee for my orisons,
Lord I pray, to You I owe my being