I Borrowed God’s Eyeballs
After Borrowing Harley King’s God
God and I chopped firewood on a Wyoming ranch, we sheared the sheep in His Son’s flock, and on the seventh hour, He rested.
When God Snoozes on the La-Z-Boy, He sets His dentures and His eyeballs on the end table just like I do at my place.
I tiptoed over, picked up His eyes, and tried them on.
Wow!
I looked at creepy Sam Dunkin and saw a beautiful heart buried under his bad breath. I looked at nosy Charlotte Berth and saw a glorious soul hiding beneath the gossip. I looked at loser Larry Phillips and saw deep empathy concealed by self pity.
I looked in a mirror and forgave my suffering soul for every harm, every shortfall, and every ill intent.
This poem found inspiration in a conversation with Breanna Lowman and in a series of poems by Harley King.
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