Eyes That See

Eyes That See

A Poem by Patrick Grant
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A reflection on the difficulty to connect with God.

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My mind is like the dog from up
Wandering and sulking in defeat
My heart is crushed like the witch of the east
And I’m wondering if I’m homeward bound
Because freedom is ignored or never found
I was lost but now I’m found
But I still feel on the ground
Or with eyes on the ground

Where are the hills?
Where are the heavens?
Where does my help come from?
This small eye infection
Has leavened my entire being
I still have eyes but they stopped seeing
I still have ears, but they have trouble hearing
And hands that refuse to be doers
Eschewing the senses for a temporary sense of apathy
It truly makes no sense

Where can I find the One whose life was spent to redeem my soul?
Where can I find my King?
Who was slaughtered as a lamb?
Where can I find the victorious lion?
What does it mean to engage in daily dying?
To daily experience eternal life
Who can hear my heartfelt crying?
To whom can I pour out the depths of my distress?
Or the profoundness of my joy
Or the expanse of my desires
Or the heat of my passions
The regret of my decisions
Or even the emptiness of depression
Is there one who cares for the soul?
Who cares for the whole of my being?
Is there one who asks for my believing?
In the midst of doubts, struggles or pain
Where is the One who brings joy?
That transcends my cognitive capacity
Is there one who motivates my will to chase after life?
With a renewed voracity

Oh Lord, I need this renewed voracity
To be driven by your love
Compelled to seek your presence
Comforted and made clean by your wounds
Planted by life giving streams
Not fearing drought or heat
Oh Lord I need eyes that see
Ears that hear and hands that do
Oh Lord all I truly need is You.

© 2019 Patrick Grant


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"This small eye infection
Has leavened my entire being"

Bar alert!

"What does it mean to engage in daily dying?
To daily experience eternal life"

Life through death. The unique Christian experience lol.

"Comforted and made clean by your wounds
Planted by life giving streams"

Amen!

"Ears that hear and hands that do
Oh Lord all I truly need is You."

Love this ending!

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Patrick Grant
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I write poetry to express the things that dwell within me. more..