Who knows what can move the heart to comment.
Seeing life in another lane, in another person, at another time and place, can bring out something inside of you that was there all along, but was unable to surface until a precise moment developed.
Looking back, you wonder, how could I have not seen this before? Where was my mind and why did I overlook it when it stared me straight in the eyes, begging me for just the slight payment of attention?
That’s how I felt when reading something that appeared to be more erotic than spiritual. Yet, it sparkled with a jewel of truth that made me want to respond. Not from the same, everyday world of prose, but with a small offering of . . . . . . . p o e t r y.
(Green eyes have always held a special place in my relationship with others. I always felt I could trust them more than others..
If I was a witch doctor, I think I would like to train one to coordinate the spiritual guidance of a village. Or, to allow me to be their apprentice in learning to seeking God their way.)