eye's sight shifts from
blurred to clear
as my mind's eyes wander
from image to image
along life's memories.
clogged with hate
clogged with pain
drenched in fear.
drenched in anger.
I stare in myself
as they all pass by...
feeling and seeing it all -
that which I've held
and that which holds me
but above it all I hear you.
I hear your voice
wiping away my loneliness...
wiping away my pains...
cleansing my filth...
healing my wounds...
but above it all I feel you
I feel your kindness
reaching through my bitterness...
reaching through me...
filling my heart with joy
placing a smile on my face.
- Jon Johnston
© Copyright 1998 Jonathan E. Johnston
