From the well of the blessed, I am drowning in the darkness
Blind, sweet blind love – I gave to you.
Soul casted by the stone of self, I knew my time would come.
Purity of my birth shadowed now by the light.
Who will recognize this face now statuesque by what I’ve become?
Father, will you still notice me though weathered and gruesome?
For what I cannot see, will you be the guiding light?
Please lead me back home in your loving arms.
Author notes
An arrival...
Oh God ! please Open my eyes ...Uknown This quote is a prompt.
A contest entry
- open my eyes... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended July 23, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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amen...you have already opened your eyes in the verse.....well done ..and my thanks for entering such a wonderful entry ...
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