Life Through The Eye Poem by Chris Schleier, Jr.

Water-winds encircle me
(and I do not have control
over Hurricane Despair
as it rips apart my soul...)

Is this all I have left now?
(as I crumble to the floor
that I used to call 'foundation')
Is The Son beyond the shore?

Looking up beyond this chaos
(to a sphere beyond the haze) ,
a vessel broken in the darkness
feels the lights of Heaven's gaze.

And a holy voice (descending
through Despair's eye to my soul)
speaks to me in veneration:
'Master your fate. Captain your soul! '