Memories spring before me like a surprise visitor in my window -
the bird on my sill,
the squirrel up my tree,
the butterfly flitting by.
Their moments compiled, one on top of the other -
unforeseeable,
unnoticed,
unexpected.
Sarah saw, Hagar looked away, Bartimaeus pled.
Oh give me sight!
Eyes that see your truth without protective fear,
Eyes that witness miracles in place of death,
Eyes clouded by mercy, for the clearest of vision, making me faithful and true.
Someday said the bird on my sill.
One day said the squirrel up my tree.
Today said the butterfly flitting by.
These memories spring before me like the surprise visitors at my window.
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