LIFE is a blowing brokenness
strewed shattered-questions
diamond shard answers
too many pieces to fit
together in a mortal mind
I remember:
easy days of a child-heart
that fled-field i ran for lost
to find my inner soul
i once saw God, there
and have now holes for eyes
HIS face upon a butterfly
and the greenery his Soul
i watched HIM lift up
upon a current of Hope
And my heart fell in love
can you explain to me now
if you’re able why i see
without eyes: there’s a hole
in my soul now
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 