VII
EYES

While waiting for your Father, your two
bright stars of vision—your eyes like
innocent doves—were watchful; but there is           Song of Solomon 1:15.
no longer any sign of regret, or subjugation
of crass desires, coming from the depths,
nothing that would create a feeling of shame
in the one who hypocritically judges another,
who sees a splinter in another’s eye, and not           Luke 6:41
the log in his own, the one who sees in You
the Devil, not a Savior or a Judge. Quivering
like vermillion dewdrops on your eyelashes,
are pearls of fire that tremble fluidly;
gazing though the veil of your eyelids
with your dark glances, You contemplate
the greenness of the earth, into whose veins
You gave your blood like a burning ember,
and your eyes examine all the corners
of our heart where you pierce us           Job 6:4
with the thorns of your crown. Your eyes
were as blue as the blue skies; your eyes
were the bright lamps of your body,           Luke 11:34
which enabled You to become luminous,
and they gently healed all that they saw;
your pupils were blacker than a night
without a moon or stars; from out of
the darkness they glowed with a divine
luminescence; and now the white veil
of your closed eyelids—the wings
of those white doves that always fly
toward their heavenly nest—have sealed
your gaze with a seal of blood. You forgive
by just looking. You looked at Peter           Luke 22:61
when the cock crowed, and your eyes,
so full of forgiveness, freed him of guilt!