by cameron crawford
Days.
Moments they pass
us by.
Without a blink, life appears
and opportunities are born
These aren't fate, settled in
unmovable ground
But rather unwrapped presents,
full of potential.
We're given these gifts when with
eager eyes we search the horizon
and
Look for Him.
Suddenly our hunger is fed and our
growing desire is matched
As His smile widens,
Capturing the sky.
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