Eyes
Last night in prayer
I saw it
A set of eyes
Ancient, knowing
Eastern eyes
His eyes.
They reacted to my thoughts
Afraid
Angry
Loving.
They watched in gentle knowing
Taking it in
Possibly remembering me.
Maybe this is what they mean when they say
The law will be written on your heart.
Maybe this is the presence
Of the holy spirit within
Maybe this is the peace that comes
To the patient warrior
On the road of battle
Maybe this is the love that passes all understanding,
The truth of
The path through the world but not of it.
Maybe these are the eyes of God.
All I know is that today what I want
Is to see those eyes light up in welcoming joy
To open themselves to me, and me to them.
All I want is to please God.
Giving things up for lent
Stepping outside of my addictions
Brings me swiftly to the point of desperation
Mild despair, and the compulsion to escape.
It amazes me how quickly
My mind can change
When I step outside the numbness
Of my comfortable escapes.
It strikes me that a whole of wanting
Has opened up in my spirit
A cavernous emptiness
Accompanied by a steely taste in my mouth
And something like rage.
I seem to have digressed
Into a 5 year old.
It also seems like
There is no real answer to this wanting
Except God.
He alone can make me whole
Without making me fat.
He gives me peace
Without keeping me up at night.
He gives me joy
Without the guilt.
Ash Wednesday
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PoetryPoetry was my salvation for many years. This is a compilation of all my work through dark times and good times as well. I hope that you enjoy it, and that it inspires you.