Eyes
Eyes! Speaking in silent
ways
Of life lived and lost,
Being born anew and dying
again
In a place of private wars.
Eyes! Reflections of the
soul
Come alive as in a dream,
Piercing the quiet of the
night
To awaken silence once again.
Eyes! Piercing the thoughts
Tucked away in secret
places,
Untouched for many long
years
But seen in a careless
stare.
Eyes! Shimmering windows
Glowing with twinkling
lights,
Raging red with fire
Or wishful as loves last
tear.
Eyes! Spilling over with
life,
Telling all they ever knew
Of living, loving and
losing
Along this short bumpy
road.
Eyes! Loving, searching,
caring
For all they grasp or touch,
Wrapping close a heart of
warmth,
A soul of deepest caring.
Eyes! Filled with knowing
wisdom
Gathered in the cobwebs of
time,
Projected on gentle living
screens
Of blue, green or brown.
Eyes! Those radiant
mirrors,
Reflect the beauty of life
within
An earthbound vessel of
God,
Filled to overflowing with love.
Eyes! Opened to see, speak
Of eternal life from
within,
Given to spread the joy
My Lord has given to me.
Onward
I travel a road of dreams,
Laced with thistle and
thorn,
To find a peace filled
clearing
Golden sunshine can adorn.
Onward, ever onward it seems,
Finding new scars each
turn,
As old ones heal and
disappear
Along this path of no
return.
It seems such a hopeless
way
In a life I did not
request,
Trying to fill a mold not
mine
Though I've done my very
best.
The impossible is not
impossible
With my Lord's hand in
mine,
Despite my reluctant
nature,
In the living love divine.
CRUCIFIED
"Old man! From
whence do you come?"
"I come from 70
times 7000 yesterdays
of happiness and
sorrow.?"
"Old man! Where are
you going?"
"I go to the
memories of tomorrows forever
where death has died and
life is born."
"Old man! How are you
called?"
"I am peace in
turmoil, hope in the
hopeless and love in the
lost."
"Old man! What do
you want?"
"I want to go blind
and see, deaf and
hear, mute and speak, die
and be born,
cry to laugh, but most of
all to find
the love lost in days
past."
"Old man! Have you found
what you search
for?"
"I have found a beam
and a cross beam,
three nails, a hammer, a
crown of thorns
and a lance that await
me. When I meet
them my love will be
there."
"Old man! When will
this happen?"
"In the measure of a
breath already
forgotten as a memory
that has not yet
happened."
And then the old man was
gone.
This week, another Moontear image.
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It is hoped you like this post. It is fun sharing some of what the Lord has graced me with. The message speaks for itself. May the good Lord bless and keep you safe. Remember to "Always Love The Details."
