Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Through His Eyes


when I see through holy empty eyes
will I know the reason
for the scars left me by
the raging river and treacherous turns
of my life


when the rose opens fully to the sun
in all its glory
do I see the beauty
emerge from darkness

I stretch my arms to you
and the river tames
in all my glory.

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