The Gift
The Gift
A window to the soul
Eyes are said to be
And the real truth in that
Even a blind man can see
It’s a joy to behold
A child’s innocent gaze
Full of hopes and dreams
A lovely rose-coloured haze
Eyes that are blue
Like a cool and cloudless sky
They seem to have a higher view
Always asking the world ‘why?’
Full of mischief
Are sea-green elfin eyes
Seeming to see through everything
Perceiving, mystical and wise
Friendly warm teddy bear eyes
Just begging to be trusted
Full of kindness and care
The colour of tin so rusted
Almost black, violet dark eyes
Like the pitch colour of midnight
They seem bottomless pits
Where there enters no light
Eyes can shine and gleam
They can laugh and can plead
They can cry and can scheme
Or beg forgiveness for some misdeed
But the real gift we are given
Is the colourful world our eyes show
Lovely, awesome and magnificent
And without our eyes we’d not know
So admire beautiful orange gold sunsets
Or roaring tumbling waterfalls
As well as playful funny kittens
And big red roses climbing over walls
But don’t forget that talented one
Who gave us the gift of our eyes
Our maker and our friend
Jehovah the creator always prize
Rach
1991
“We are thankful for goodwill rather than for
services, for the motive than the quantum
of favour received.”
– William Hazlitt
Very good.
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March 19, 2013 at 7:24 pm
Thanks Jessica!
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March 19, 2013 at 9:17 pm