Myopic

The owl was given nocturnal sight 
The hawk long distance to see when in flight
The vision we have is what God desired
We see the world as our God deemed we required
I wonder if it’s possible there are things I cannot see
That could be right here; right next to me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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April 6, 2017 at 8:52 PM
This poetic trip though your imagination is, thought provoking, descriptive, and creative all rolled up into a beautiful poem. Emile.
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April 3, 2017 at 10:58 PM
Purposeful ponderings, Barb. We live in a world of principalities and powers that we know nothing about. I've wondered the same question but about hearing. I have a hearing loss admittedly; but there are times the voices seem to be playing with my ears. Great read for this midnight jaunt at PS.
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