Wrtten May 10th, 2000
Manzanillo, Mexico
Puerta Serena, Blue Bay Village
Eyes open and now I see.
What is this world without little me.
Who would smell th roses? Who would admire the sea?
Would the waves still come in without me there to see?
A comical question. To most just a jest.
But the meaning of my life, is becoming quite a quest.
There must be a reason I am living in the now.
I so desire the answer, but it is evasive somehow.
Eyes now tired. They have sought the answer all day.
Light grows dimmer as night overtakes the sun's last rays.
Will I find the purpose, discovering the equations sum?
Where is the treasure buried and where did it come from?
Eyes are quickly closing as I strain to complete the day.
Softly now reflecting on the complications that have passed my way.
How can I find the reason? How can I know just why?
Eyes close. Chapter closes. Another day has gone by.
2 comments:
Your words paint such vivid pictures.
This poem makes me think. To me, it seems like you are saying that at times in life, our eyes are wide open and we know who we are and why we are here. At other times, especially during conflict, our eyesight dims and we question and wonder about things that when our eyes were opened (by the Spirit of God), we did not question. Good thoughts.
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