Sunday, February 7, 2010


In my blindness, I cry out to see
To escape the dark, escape the fright
And now what is this trembling sense with me
I can hear the Color; I can smell the Light

I see a vortex within my mind
Its midst is ever darkness, black
But it brings the colors of heaven to the blind
And the darkness does it now attack

As it touches earth, green is released
And yellow, red, and orange, blue
Not only blindness, but my fear has ceased
As I stand in the midst of the Presence of You

He touches me, I see men as trees
I see His form, His touch; the escape from fright
And now what is this trembling sense in me
That He has overcome darkness; I can smell His light

And it smells like rain…

K, Duane Carter 2-7-10

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