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Old Glasses And New One-Ness

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Old glasses I had worn,
Until well tattered, torn.

Scratched, distorted, fuzzy, over magnified,
I kept them on, in pain, I tried and tried!

One morning I awoke, saw them on the floor,
stepped on, broken, shattered... pure horror!

Instead of going downtown,
to the optometrist,
had a dear friend drive me,
to the holy mountain mist.

There I sat, talking to sweet Divinity's ears,
Asking for miracle vision, that kind, like hers.

A spark from within, ignited by Grand Presence
led me to see clearly
my old lenses' pure obsolescence!

A new clarity came like a white dove from above,
Now only could I see, all in purity, ALL IS LOVE.

My old world exploded, blew up, burned, imploded!
New was each step, as God renewed me, a me re-molded!

All extremes in this world are expansion of soul,
God's wholly realm, includes ALL, sweet and foul.

Had God just given me,
removable glasses enchanted,
maybe easier? Instead,
She did a permanent surgery,
with 'perfect' lenses implanted.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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