Vision

I see angels,
I see demons,
I see hate
And I see love

My vision is so blurry
I see distortion, fear, confusion
Though I strain I cannot see
My eyes will not see,

In the night season I watch them
They haunt me in my dreams
And blind my eyes
I cannot turn my vision from them

I see their weapons clashing, crashing
Always victorious over me
I am ensnared in their battle
And I see what they want me to see

I cry for freedom
Freedom to hate, or freedom to love
The freedom to look and to see what’s above
In desperation I cry for freedom.

I want freedom and so I reach
I lift hands stained with earth and blood
Battle stained hands lifted up
And through the dark his hands grasp mine

I feel his warm hands,
Sticky with blood
And I turn my blind eyes towards Him
Demanding that he lift me up

He raises me
Drawing me close
And cradles my face in his hands
As he so gently kisses my blind eyes

Tenderly he rubs my eyelids with his bloody thumb
And I revel in His compassion as I open my eyes to see
And view his face,
Broken and bloody, but alive with a smile

Within his eyes I see my reflection
Within his eyes I see freedom
Within his eyes I see desire
And I know what is above