Poem -

The Blue Spec In My Eye

The Blue Spec In My Eye

I took a picture of the sun as the clouds parted.

And I dreamed of Heaven and earth and how everything was started.

And as I gazed into the glaring light that blinded my soul,

My eyes closed gently and ever so softly the clouds began to roll.

I felt the warmth hit my face and give me a sense of peace and love.

And I could hear no noise just the birds and tranquil melody from above.

I took time to pause and breath in the moment I was gifted.

And through my tireless heart, the memories began to stir, so I sifted.

I recalled laughing and playing without a care in the world.

The time when reality wasn’t real and I was nothing but a little girl.

And the people I loved were together in one place all at the same time.

The ageless moment when all of us, regardless of era, were in our prime.

Then I opened my eyes thanking God for the lovely treasure.

A beautiful thought, a peaceful experience that no earthly cost could measure.

And as I looked at the photo I had taken of a beautiful sight.

I saw something behind what I thought was the sparkling light.

It was a speck of blue glitter with a glowing, purple hue.

But the symbol I realized was more than the color I felt to be true.

To see beyond the moment of beauty that I felt was so perfect and so right,

Was only a fraction of what is in store if I choose to not only see, but to become the light.

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sparrowsong

Hello Trisha...

Welcome to Cosmo! 

This is a great picture...

To the upper right I see a partial image of a horse...

To the upper left of the blue spec there's a face...

Beautiful write!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong 

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