For more details, please see my blog entry entitled "Optic Neuritis."
Sight
I close my eyes
In the peaceful night,
Seeking slumber,
And instead I see
Swirling shapes,
Prancing patterns,
And dancing designs
Haunting my sleep.
I awaken at daybreak
To see obscurity…
Opaqueness…
Mystifying mists
Stealing that which
I’ve always cherished.
Whether I can handle
What God has given me,
Only time and chance
Will reveal,
But if I must live
Without my sight,
I will learn to see
By using my vision to
Make a better difference.
A scientist/philosopher explores the mysteries of existence in a highly personal quest for answers to life's ultimate questions, forging a bridge between sterile science and spiritual values -- a scholarly work for all who seek wisdom, truth, true fr
Explains the realizations that have given the author the views of living life fully. The life each person dreams about.
You must take a look at yourself before dreams can be reached.
Deciding what is the core of belief.
Explains the realizations that have given the author the views of living life fully. The life each person dreams about.
You must take a look at yourself before dreams can be reached.
Deciding what is the core of belief.
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Powerfully penned inspiration - I pray this is fiction - you are in my thoughts and prayers.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. *kotc*
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! < *KOTC*
Be always safe,
Karen
Your poem make us see deeper than what the eye can!!
Love Tinka
Dan