Of First Glances

If all was as pure as fall-morning's delight when earth is dipped in frostFirst glance could indulge its appetite without ever weighing the cost But Guile preys on First Glance, it seems, to captivate its prey Then test the quests that Want esteems with very subtle sway For all is not pure as fall-morn's delight, when earth is dipped in frostWhere first glance indulges its appetite without ever weighing the cost At first glance, Guile seems to tick the right boxesA fine façade can play tricks on the eyeBut oh, my dear, be on guard for sly foxesTickling Thought’s tendrils of reason awry Study the fruit of the tree, trace its branchesPast the entrancing sigh of wind through leavesPast the impressions offered to first glancesPast the distraction attraction achieves Guile, though it smiles, is still, just a smooth-talkerSin, clothed in lamb’s wool does not make it pureVice, masquerading as Nice, is a mockerTempting gullible first glance with its lure …that seems at First-Glance to tick the right boxesMaking us second guess That Still Small VoiceWhispering, ‘Oh! be aware of sly foxesTeasing Thought’s tendrils of reason to Choice © Janet Martin When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. Gen.3:6 Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that ruin the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom.Song of Solomon 2:15