Expressing the inexpressible
The glare can be intense and sunglasses tempting; but, I resist protecting my eyes in favor of enduring the blinding brightness of insight. In due course, sunglasses do serve a good purpose; but, put on too early they hurt more than they help for they shield the eyes from absorbing the true light. […]
Read More SunglassesSeeing 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 a […]
Read More … with the Eyes of GodSeeing 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 a shower. While watching […]
Read More … with the eyes of GodHave ears to hear eyes to see and the heart to listen ‘Daddy” “What?” Young eyes are guileless Sincere questions get sincere answers “Dad” “What!” Her eyes were wide open Surprise, surprise means shock and awe “Pops” “Whaaat!?” His eyes were glaring raging outrage needs measured response “Papa” “Whattt?!” Older eyes stare intently Inciting incites […]
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