Jesus

His tender eyes spoke,

To man, as to a little child,

In the dawning of the morning,

So fair and clear and bright.

Bathed in sunlight,

Walking on new-born earth,

With chubby feet washed clean,

With eyes gazing straight and true.

Not turning away~

Either from the glare,

Or from the shadow,

But seeing it all,

While He watched over.

Yet as the sun climbed higher,

Men gave their eyes to others,

Gazing as through clouded eyes.

With trust in trust misplaced,

And with love of love erased~

With words of blooming sweetness,

Loyal to their dim heart’s weakness.

Until Spirit intervened,

Interceding our salvation,

Mediating revelation,

Through a nativity reborn.

A mother of clear vision,

He raised our eyes to His,

And lit the heart on fire,

And spoke again the Word,

That freed us from each other.

~FS