POEM: The Old Ones Eyes [5]

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Caryl Ramsdale, American Poetess

AFTER this I looked, and, behold, a door was opened in heaven: and the first voice which I heard was as it were of a trumpet talking with me; which said, Come up hither, and I will show thee things which must be hereafter. REVELATION 4:1 KJV

THE OLD ONE'S EYES
to Tim Hults

Shortly after I turned twenty four,
An old one mentioned to me;
A devine vision had been perceived,
It involved my family.
A mighty preacher of intense words,
Would rise up for all to see;
That powerful, moving speaker was,
Closely related to me.
Time passed and I studied everyone,
Wondering who it could be;
Not one had their eyes on a pulpit,
All passed up the ministry.
Remembering the old one's vision,
I waited, watched for a sign;
Newborns aroused curiosity,
Those grown seemed well defined.
Trouble came. I whispered Jesus name,
And that's when I realized;
Words I wrote, came from the hand, of the
Preacher, in the old one's eyes.

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