Walking Trees (Alexandrine)

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I see—
Now You’re talking—
Men like tall oak trees,
Blurry and blown by a strong breeze,
Walking.

You place
Your hands again
On my—less sightless—face,
And this time there is no more strain:
Eyes play!

Lord, please,
Your mercy show
May my new eyes glow
Radiant with joy, strong as these
Tall oaks.

8-18-2016

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