The Eyes

August 23rd, 2010

Some say the eyes are the windows to the soul.



So what would a person be like if only their eyes did the talking?

Would they speak of love?

of tragedy?

of hope?

of sadness?

of joy?

of loss?

Would they tell you the story of that persons life

or be the reflection of how they see you?

If you look into the eyes of someone who is dead but had such a lively spirit,
would you see them still and all they loved and believed in?



And if you looked into the eyes of someone who is alive but dead inside,
would you find nothing but the abyss to which they have succumbed?

Do we have the strength to look into the eyes of the ones we love and tell them what they mean to us?
Can we forgive the past?
The hurt and the envy.

Do we have the courage to look into the eyes of those we don't know and speak the truth in love and kindness?
Do we have the right?
Are we honest enough?



I'm sorry for the eyes that have seen their last sunset,
their last sunrise,
their last rainbow and rain fall.

The eyes that will no longer see the colors of fall
or the flashing power of lightening.

I'm sorry that I didn't look you in the eyes the last time I saw you.
Maybe it would not have stopped the inevitable,
but maybe you would have known one more person cared about you.

~Becky