Doctor, you say there are no haloes around the streetlights in Paris and what I see is an aberration caused by old age, an affliction. I tell you it has taken me all my life to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels, to soften and blur and finally banish the edges you regret I don't see, to...
Poetry
| By
Lisel Mueller
|
January 21, 2015
| From
WorshipWeb
Tagged as: Acceptance, Beauty, Calling, Reverence, Vision