… with the eyes of God

Seeing with the eyes of God, I peer through my own façade.   Accepting my personal role, I wonder what does God see through the window of my soul.   Listening without deflection, I shudder in realizing, I am divine reflection.   The beauty of the flower is its awesome blossoming, standing tall in aContinue reading “… with the eyes of God”

… with the Eyes of God

Seeing with the eyes of God, I peer through my own façade.   Accepting my personal role, I wonder what does God see through the window of my soul.   Listening without deflection, I shudder in realizing, I am divine reflection.   The beauty of the flower is its awesome blossoming, standing tall in aContinue reading “… with the Eyes of God”