Hollow Heads and Empty Bubbles

I feel myself limited to some degree,
Through a glass darkly I see only me.
My eyes see me for whom I care;
And don't see much else of what is out there.
I suffer from strong myopia you see.
All I see is me, me, me, and only me.

I'm interested only in what is good for me.
I don't like other people to any degree.
I see only me and that's all that I see,
Alone and apart in humanity's vast sea.

Don't know what I miss when I don't think of others.
Don't know what it's like to have Sisters and Brothers.
My work is blowing bubbles at everyone but me.
This is my life the way I want it to be.

Blowing bubbles I know is an unusual occupation.
I may be the only one in the whole nation.
I am self supporting doing this for one reason
Bubbles keep bursting no matter what the season.

What point is there in blowing bubbles you may ask.
Why such a seemingly fruitless kind of task?
Don't people have better things to do with their lives.
Blowing bubbles does the trick, is for me what survives.
Of course the bubbles don't last, I blow more,
As many bubbles as grains of sand on the seashore.

The world today needs bubbles like mine,
Empty bubbles seem appropriate the way people are inclined.
A case of spiritual autism to a certain degree
In my world not discerning of spirits, only me.

I look through a glass darkly and see only my hand.
I don't see anything spiritually or understand.
Don't know what I'm missing, don't know much at all,
Don't know from Adam about Eve and the Fall.
Haven't tried to learn what life's all about.
Just sit and blow bubbles and giggle or pout.

Maybe it's time to wake up along my way
And see what other people, even what God has to say.
Can I do that now, as ignorant as I am?
Is it innocent that I am, as innocent as a lamb?

Will my bubble burst if I find out the truth?
Shall I hunt for the truth like a real super sleuth?
Or will my fear overcome me cause there is no solution
To the origin of life except evolution?
Is there anyone out there who knows what's going on?
If my empty bubble bursts will I just moan and groan?

What if life is more than bubbles that are empty
And it turns out there's more than what is seen aplenty,
That there's another whole world of the Spirit that's unseen
Where Creation is headed with the Creator on the scene.
Empty, full of air, my bubbles shiny bright
Were empty of all that was good and was right.

Now I have learned a whole lot more.
Blowing bubbles is for me no good any more.
I've come to know my bubbles were hot air.
Not lasting, like the world that soon won't be there.
I've learned a lot from God's plan, what a plot!
In a book called the Bible that sure says a lot.
It says all that needs to be said evermore
It shows all the people what is in store.
It says everything that anyone needs to know.
God's very own Words it's Holy pages show.

Now when an empty bubble comes my way
It just reminds me that the devil has nothing to say.
I used to flinch when the devil's bubbles were there,
His temptations, his enticements, -- all just a snare.
But now there's no reason to ever flinch at all.
The enemy is as empty as those bubbles I recall.

My Helper along side, the Holy Spirit, guides my hands.
No longer through a glass darkly, -- my vision expands.
Now out there I see more than just my hands
I see others in God's world and begin to see His plans.
Empty bubbles, empty words, and empty heads went before.
Now in God's word with God's Spirit, I know more.
God is all, is in all, and made all there is.
And now I'm a blessed, thankful, joyful child of His !!!


Ellis