A poem about awakening.

Most of us can recall a time when we had a spiritual awakening; I certainly can. The spiritual lightbulb frequently brightens when we are at rock bottom with no way out. Then, suddenly, an epiphany occurs, and the world is new. Was it the world or our eyes? Perhaps both. 

Why a poem about awakening? 

Because no one, no matter how powerful or persuasive, can stop God from, as St. Paul said, removing the scales from our eyes.