Saturday, November 7, 2020

Twenty-Twenty

Lenses, lenses everywhere

trained on us where they dare.

 

Now Twenty-Twenty eyes have we

The time has come to look, look, see!

 

The view is much better the higher the tree.

 

All God’s creatures great or small

reveal how deep was the Fall.

 

Fix your gaze on things above

Marvel with the gentle dove.

 

Bold and beautiful we may be

Yet much to learn have we, we, we.

 

By Yvonne Anzolone

November 6, 2020



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