You tell us, ‘Fix your eyes on me,’
Yet, I let them wander...
To others, to socials;
To the eternal slumber —
To anything that will distract,
What is this hole in me that gnaws at
me so deep?
Fought so hard to be alive;
even in sleep* —
Lord, open my eyes,
Yes, awaken me again
from this earthly ‘freeze’
so that I can live,
thrive and fix my eyes on thee.
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 5:03 PM UTC
You tell us, ‘Fix your eyes on me,’
Yet, I let them wander...
To others, to socials;
To the eternal slumber —
To anything that will distract,
What is this hole in me that gnaws at
me so deep?
Fought so hard to be alive;
even in sleep* —
Lord, open my eyes,
Yes, awaken me again
from this earthly ‘freeze’
so that I can live,
thrive and fix my eyes on thee.
A poem from the archives.
*the 40-day coma
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