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The Writings of Justin Davis

The Son's Eye

Darkness and forms touch in nothingness over and around one another. Vision blindness an image creates itslef in familiar form.
Somebody the presence made aware.
In through the passage treaded years past.
Physical shapes are not needed here.
Situations create themselves conciousness
between auras blend with clarity.
The form became he.
Which souls met for comfort
that only God could have permitted.
Exsistence like a shadow that cares
not for the object that cast it.
With or without contact.
Communication without sound, he told me everything.
Looking Proud, Strong, Beautiful, Happy,
and assurance of peace confirmed.
A gesture of kindness extended to me.
Warmth and love was the exchange for the visit.
The arrangement most angelic
in his eyes made real...

JCD 9.9.98