Divine Optometrist

Poem By Shawna Brackens-Maggard

Lord please use the delicate tool of the
Word to restore sight to our blinded eyes.
Allow the bluriness to cease so that
we may become more focused on you each day.
We need to catch a glimpse of you, O mighty King.
Help us, I pray.
In Jesus Name, Amen.

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We laughed, shared secrets, sometimes even dreams
but then she had to go to sleep
when I woke up the room was silent.
Where were those familiar sounds

Gentle Rebuke

Still I deny the laughter in the trees
mixed with the leaves
the ill-forgotten breeze
essence of nature