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Poetry

Eyes

Sit with

the thought

 

of liquid gushing

from the

eye slits

of God—

the stars.

 

People ask how

He could be

All.

But look how many stars there are.

Pearly.

Pure.

Purely

frightening to muse on the breadth of

the universe—

His soul.

 

A star.

A breath.

The thought

that we are all He has.

 

Salt drips from His eyes

and rolls past my freckles—

He is all we have.

 

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One response to “Eyes

  1. How purely divine this piece of work is. I was truly amazed by the words that were so perfectly crafted to explicate the gift of eyes.

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