In God’s eyes: A poem 

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God has a billion eyes 

like the pores on my skin 

He heeds all the unvoiced sighs 

through thick and through thin 

Shearing every garden’s hedge 

Chopping every timber’s wedge 

Even the tree that bears no fruit 

is for him infinitely good 

Every cog in the wheel 

Every iron that makes the steel 

Every tremor that was withstood 

is a chapter in his book 

Light strikes every niche 

There’s a garment of hope in every stitch 

In God’s eyes it is not a cliché 

to say our values make us rich 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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  1. In praise of God
    This was such a comforting read to know that no matter who we are , God cherishes us . This has made my day

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