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Infinite happiness and pleasure
Oh, joy of this kind is opposed to what my pride seeks to pervert
with deceitful desires, merely enticing all five senses
But I can’t catch this One thing I so need,
I have only to be captured
Crushed to pieces to be remolded, or
Better said: before I can live,
I must choose to be dead
To see and be seen: that’s a cheap thrill
an itch for eternity
scratching just can’t heal
Cuz my itch is more than irritation
a disease deeper than I can feel
I can feel Bartimaeus¬†saying, “Son of David, please heal!
Have mercy on me…let me see!”
And He the all-seeing eye
Gave sight to the blind, so they,
so we, could see His glory.
Quina Aragon

Quina Aragon

Quina Aragon's articles, poems, and spoken word videos have been featured on The Gospel Coalition, Risen Motherhood, Journey Women, Fathom Mag, and The Witness: BCC. She resides in Tampa, FL with her husband Jon and beautiful, three-year-old daughter. Quina's first children's book, Love Made, is a poetic retelling of the creation story that highlights God as the Trinity, humans as His image bearers, and children as a delightful gift.

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