BLOWING BROKENNESS

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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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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