Written this past February...
Fix Your Gaze
Fix Your Gaze
Fix your gaze:
Fractured
and short-sighted,
Sees
only a bum on the street,
A
fault in a friend,
A self-governed
life,
A
splintery chunk of wood.
Fix your gaze:
It’s
broken, after all.
Fix your gaze:
Now see the Author
Of the
God-imaged man by the road,
Of the
fellow sinner clinging to a savior,
Of
the gifted life that must be gifted back,
Of the
cross on Calvary
Where cataracts are replaced by eagle’s eyes—
Fix your eyes on Him.
I Prayed the Other Day
I prayed the other day:
My words tumbled over under piled high to heaven
Like hiker’s cairn with added cares one atop another
And when I couldn’t lift one more
There I stood with helpless gaze,
At the mountain I’d created.
And in the silence still
I stood,
In sweat and grime and dirt and dust.
And waited: But only saw
Slate sky above
boiling with roiling rage
Ready to consume me...
And then I felt a gentle shower—
Cleansing
dew like nectar:
heaven’s
answer
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