I look and do not find you.
Sometimes, I’m not looking that hard.
Sometimes I’m blind with Self, pity, circumstances, emotion.
I weep, I anger, I focus on me;
Instead of faith, hope; Instead of You.
This time may have me blinded,
Causing me grief that you are saying my name;
I cannot find You.
I must trust. I know,
That even as I may not see, You are there.
You are Resurrected.
You are bestowing sight on my blindness.
~ Mo Watson
29 March 2016
