Washing My Eyes In The Glory Or A View Poem by Chris Taylor

This poem finds me in one of the roughest places I have ever been in. I am in the hospital and trying so hard to get well, at the same time keeping myself from getting lost in all the pain. As I wrote this poem, I was staring out of a window on the 5th floor trying to get inspired and looking for the Lord's peace and solitude. I was having a difficult day but I so desperately wanted to convey my feeling without drawing attention to my physical woes. I will be writing a new series shortly about how to live with chronic pain while not letting that take the entire focus of your life and esteeming others above yourself. When we think of others before ourselves, we are so connected to the body of christ and we are then truly living in a faith based state that will only reap a benefit of maturity, peace and joy. Here is a verse to chew on that I felt was so powerful to me and changed my ideals about suffering althogther. I know this is going to be rushed and maybe not my best work, but I felt the Lord really wanted my to get this out today, regardless of feeling well and secure. Philippians 2: 3 "Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves."

Lord, please teach me your ways be giving of myself as a servant with a heart after your people; just as you did and continue to do even today.



The Great Plains Poet…….free to love others and not lost in my own problems.



Washing My Eyes In The Glory Of A View

by Chris T.



Looking to awash my eyes in a view

Trying to capture a glimpse, a small piece of you.

Scanning the horizon to and fro,

Searching for solace or something I know.



Come to me in focus and leave out no detail.

For I am hungry for truth and even a tale.

So if you see a bleary eyed gaze so absently returned,

It is clear I haven't found the thing that I've yearned.



Days go to nights, and the nights turn pitch black.

Moments run together without form, without slack.

For now the rosebud begins to lose its luminous glow,

And the twinkle and shine may never be known.

Clearly something must change and change very quick.

Not by confusion, and not by trick.



I desperately need my muse to return.

Providing the shimmer and sparkle to learn.

How to keep one's wits from sorrow and despair.

By giving the credit where beauty is due.

Washing my eyes in the glory of a view.