Dusting my eyes

A poem

Should dust my eyes with sand, 
to see clearly in the blur,
To cure the itch between 
dryness and tear.
Rubbing the grains to
see the truth within,
Dimming the outside, expanding 
the space of the soul—
A space that has become
shallow and narrow.

Sometimes,
We turn away, doubting 
what we see, 
when the truth stands 
before our open eyes,
Nevertheless,
The truth seen in the blur 
will be clearer 
For through the blur, we see 
with sharpened eyes.

To lessen the weight that 
burdens the very breath,
The weight of vices that 
dampens the voice
To clear the mind, for a clean vision,
To find a balance in the middle of consistency

Perhaps I could stand before 
my Lord, with a heart  
laid bare in my hands 
So, my soul finds peace,   

And in his presence,  
I can weep,   
An ocean or perhaps a sea,  
So, I can finally become free.

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