Blind-Sided

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A poem about someone who sees but needs clarification, or just trust.

Submitted: May 16, 2016

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Submitted: May 16, 2016

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In the dead of night, he saw God's face,

It was the face of trillions of souls.

In the blink of an eye a curtain fell

And dogma was filled with holes.

 

In the beat of a heart a Spirit spoke

And he understood, but could not see.

The words were many, the visions few,

Then an eagle became a tree.

 

War, it said, and war it showed,

With a staircase of souls to the pearly gate;

The lamplighter paced behind dark clouds,

Pacing and pacing, as a worried state.

 

Oh woo was he, he was perplexed,

He did not know the change in law;

He did not know an interpreter's roll

Was to interpret what he heard and saw.

 

The wealthy Arab leaders attacked

Just as the vision said they would

And a shepherd held a wooden staff

With someone's face, carved in the wood.

 

He doubts the storm is over yet

For he saw a Dolphin in a pool;

There was a black dog with steel teeth

Devouring the Dolphin, while being the fool.

 

And so it goes, just like Paul said,

One may see and another explains.

There are no prophets in this rambling wagon,

Just saints that trust the One with the reigns.

 

05-15-2016


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