Day 25 What's this stuff comin' out my eyes?

Touched by God, my heart pounding, lump in my throat barely breathing

Forever and a day since I've felt the warmth of your power and I'm reeling

My eyes turned inward for so long, feeling pain, picking up pieces left by being broken and beaten

So easily forgotten or covered over by the masses so hard to see your hands in me not even glasses

Can undo the mire that's covered both my eyes

So spit into your hands and clear away the mud

I open up my eyes and out comes the flood

What is this stuff that escapes me so intently?

Tastes like salt water but so gently

It clears away the dark inside, the hurt that I have tried to hide,

the aching feeling leaves my soul, the tears come out and I feel whole.

Love,

me