Saturday, May 27, 2023

Owl Eyes

A switch is flipped, the light goes out at once
My eyes so quickly drowned in liquid black
My legs they twitch, my feet all set to run
To anywhere! No thought of coming back

For what am I to do without my sight?
So helpless I’ve become. Could I dare stay?
And wait for boars and bears to charge and bite?
And tear my limbs apart, to drag away?

Have I been forced into this helpless stance?
Or has despair crept in and hid through fear—
A truth so clear if only I would glance—
That while I wailed the world had reappeared!

The Lord has answered all my tearful cries
He blessed me with these glowing Owl Eyes

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