God has a way to clear clouded visions.
And minds stuck and glued to stubbornness.
Leaving more willing to listen.
With undivided attention to give.
More to do after then before,
When doors once closed...
Had been wished to open quickly.
The moment the truth,
Came easily wanting to be introduced.
Instead of being chased away.
Having those regretting,
Friday, August 30, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: vision