And people looked like watercolour flies

The morning sun still low in winter sky
Made brilliant light with darker shadows thrown.
And people looked like watercolour flies
As, through the boring shopping mall they roamed.
Here we see in colours black and white.
We do not see the usual shades and hues.
And so, inside our mind, a too great light
May prejudice our judgement and our views.
We learn to understand by metaphors.
As did our unthought ancestors before.
Jesus was our Shepherd and neighbour
We were sheep not wolves with slavering jaws

What we see depends upon the light.
So we shall give less credence to our sight.

Note:I had forgotten  this until I read the 20 sonnets earlier.And it made me realise that what I saw about the effect of very bright light  in nature could be used as a way of describing what can happen in our minds… and to our thinking.Moderation is best