Through My Eyes -------------------------------------------
Daunting yet intriguing prospects of doors yet to pass through
A dawning start to my time now that is post my blindness
Spawns of this light cradled inside the hands of her
Our senses our stage to witness them in passive reactions
Watching and standing content as a fraction to the all
I was once young and crawling with questions of why
On fire and falling toward more of the nothing inside the nothing of time
But in faith and light I found the lord was there to alleviate
To renew and rejuvenate my drive to push on
To push through all which locks and encompasses
That which enforces the encasement
That which stunts infinity by imposing perimeters
To re open ends that have become sewn and spiraled into self
I seem to not ascertain my nows, I know them when they turn to past tense
Living all moments passing, consuming and absorbing events as a hearts core analyst
I rush toward the light and mark truths when heart and sight join in fusion to except
Their separation thus becomes one objectives delusion
Sensing what was, is and will be with my harness reigning my confusion
One little servant determined to be so
Birthing concepts to invoke the further followers to know as I do
When you serve the light your search is over
It is the light which will come to find you
these peices are not like hot tubs where you want to ease yourself in and bask in saccharine sweetness, more like a natural spring, you want to cannonball in and wallow forever... If you ever get a book published send me ISBN number so I can pick up three copies, one to keep, one to lend out, and one to give away.
The theme of light and divinity shine through out this with the clever use of words. It apears to tell a story of the lost now found. I think the story is more personal but with the hope of reaching out to the wayward (mostly because the last two line use you while the remainder of the poem uses I and her).
Submission Name: Through My Eyes
