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Smoke in the Eyes
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By Michael P. Johnson
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† † Smoke in the eyes

Upon a dream a tear fell

A dream of life and light

But what has now a child to tell

Through smoke impeded sight

As clouds of smoke caressed each thought

As light bowed down its face

What could reveal the true report?

Behind its mask of lace

Could beauty fill his aching heart?

Could love caress his soul?

Could Heaven, joy this child impart?

Would inner peace, make whole?

As tears embraced Heaven would share

Pictures impaired through cloud

Fading the world with self despair

Through silenceí foreboding shroud

Great tears cascaded to the earth

As smoke spiralled free

As Heavenís Lamp brought second birth

Through faith on bended knee

The child embraced Christís wondrous light

Dismissing smoky gloom

Despair had lost to joy the fight

Once love had filled the room

Loveís joyous song rang loud and clear

As light broke glistening through

The child grew free of worldly fear

Revealed bright eyes of blue

Shining clear through grace through love

Through gratitude and joy

Gazing through faith to Christ above

Smiles now a brand new boy.....

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Submitted: Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Last Updated: Tuesday, February 26, 2013

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.

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