A Poem

This is the only bit of poetry I’ve created since my arrival in Annapolis. It’s a reflection on Psalm 119:18 (NASB), which reads,

Open my eyes, that I may behold
Wonderful things from Your law.

Revelation is part of my journey with God. He will take me to places that I’ve never known or imagined, and I want to be sure my eyes are open, as Habakkuk wrote, to “see what He will speak to me” (NASB). This poem was written on 31 August 2006.

“See”

Pretty forms on a plane
Shapes and colors, some recognizable
Some colors you’ve never known could be
Discovered in gloom and darkness
The invention of your clever mind
Or the memory of something lost in time?
The forms can dance if you want
Or are they still? Are you moving through them?
Pretty forms on a plane
Your fantasies shine black in the bleak scene
Inside your mind
The forms can make you happy
But are they real? Are you really happy?
If only you would open your eyes
Let go the pretty forms
Awaken from your slumber
And feel the pain
The pain that flows into your eyes
And makes you recoil and cry and writhe
And forget all the forms that made you happy
(Did they make you happy?)
The pain like a hot coal burning things inside
The pain as strong as death
When you open your eyes for the first time
And finally see a form illumined by light.

“See.” Copyright © 2006 Philip Mohr.