I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Those Eyes
“What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more
than all the print I have read in my life.”
― Walt Whitman
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those eyes haunt me
those empty pools of pain
and grief
confused and searching
after 60 years of marriage
60 winters
60 springs
after so much joy
and so much agony
children born
and a child killed
his wife is gone
and he is speechless
except for those eyes
which scream loss
but also
love
a love
that is stronger
than
death
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