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 ,  nonchalant ,through the  shopping mall they roamed.

So 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.
And , where we stand and when , invites the sight