Old Glasses And New One-Ness
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