A Poem for Seeing with Heart Eyes
Sometimes I think I see, and its a beautiful sight. Somehow, I get a peek into something below life's surface: a friendship, my own heart, the big picture, the way of the world, grace. When that happens, I want to keep my eyes wide open. "We were standing in the fields Under a dreamsicle sky A little row of houses Without doors Trying to remember why, There was water and light Music on the rise Ribbons tied to cardboard And pitchers pouring Sunshine into our eyes" Other times as my Mama would say, "I'm blind as a Continue Reading