windows

If only I could see what you see and understand..
to give you back for a moment what was lost...
nay..taken from you.

If I could paint a picture for you
or play a tune that would bring it all back for you,
I would..over and over.

Your eyes, those tiny windows
I pray they not close before it is their time
to see all they are meant to see,
And be seen by.

His grace and mercy are your comfort
and blanket you.
His peace surrounds you
and it never leaves you.

May I strive to be the woman you are,
strong in spirit..
although now..weak in an earthly vesel.

quiet

Such a quiet face
A smile hidden just beneath the surface

Bright eyes that laugh
but just a little

Words that float into the air
but fall to the ground

Laughter ebbs and flows when it wills
Tired eyes play the game of hide and seek