Perhaps it is in the simple things…
the catch in the throat,
the sliver of light cresting the horizon,
in the fresh morning dew lending itself
to the growing blooms.
Perhaps the eye catches but a glimpse
of God’s amazing miracle
appearing and disappearing all around
touching our souls,
igniting and renewing our faith…
perhaps that is what He meant
when He said, it is the blind leading the blind
for we donned on our pharisee clothings
we play our parts and move along
but the it is all brain work
closing off the heart valves
staving all emotion
as we simply go through the motions…
Yet perhaps we’ve miss the mark.
Perhaps we lost sight of His miracles,
closed our eyes and failed to truly see.
Oh that we may open them once again…
to catch miracles on our fingers
touching the blood coursing through
and then again ignite our souls…
perhaps this happens in an instant…
or in eighty years…
but dear Lord let these scales fall from
these blinded eyes again.