WIDE-EYED

WIDE=EYED

To have life come pry open my eyes
And pierce the contours of my ragged disguise,
And lead me so gently to the other side,
Where the saints lie in wait with their wisdom and their songs
To remind my soul of what it’s known all along.

To live with abandon in the desert, in the wilds,
To live and want for nothing, just as wide-eyed as a child.
Wide-eyed as the babe who wakes, where every day is fraught with joy
And hills are climbed and heights are scaled by the reckless boy.

To have life come with all its mischief and tickle my feet,
As I wander lost in the desolation of these city streets.
To lead me home with much finesse, like some cosmic GPS.
To reach inside and mend the tatters of a heart that has long since died.
To clear my tunnel vision, to leave me stunned and wide-eyed.

Here in the haze where nothing is clear, choking on our dust,
It’s easy to stay lost in space, blind to the joy that circles us.
To forget this life is an unwrapped gift, that every day is Christmas.
That it is ours to understand that we can live if we think we can,
Cradled in life’s loving arms as it gently draws us nigh,
Secure and wanting nothing, just as wide-eyed as a child.

Here in the monstrosity of man’s own bloated greed,
Each one a law unto himself and blind to the other’s need.
It’s easy to lose sight of these, of faith, of hope, of charity.
Yet in the end the three of these are all we need to set us free,
As we wander lost in the desert wilds,
Chained to our fear and ignorance, asleep without a smile.

To have life come pry open our eyes,
To make us strong and make us wise.
To live with sweet abandon, in the desert, in the wilds,
To hunger and to thirst no more, wide-eyed as a child.

-Bruce Potts
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