My mind’s
eye is a window with panes of glass to my soul.
This ever rotating glass houses the delicacies of my heart. Heavenly promises I see in the flashes of
light beyond. That is, if I am looking
then. Sometimes my eyes are closed. Sometimes I refuse to see. Too often, I am blind.
Misunderstandings
blur my eyes. Erred perceptions scrape
away the cones. False discernments taint
clarity and the glass stains with each drop of blood. Sightless, I fumble for light beyond. Unseeing, my life grinds on, dragging through
the sand.
Even still,
the light shines through. Sometimes I
even look to see it.
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