Even If Man’s Blind
Descending s p l a s h infuses brook.
Falling from on high, cockcrow skies.
E a r l y risers, on boat, take l o o k.
O bittersweet g r a c e …angels’ sighs.
P a i n t e d hues, (God never forsook
the human race) the bright dawn highs.
Passionate-red, the orb’s e y e wise.
Even if man’s blind, still God dyes
Yellow-orange, sunny s u n r i s e.
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2025
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