Below is my first poem for National Poetry Month 2016, written on April 1st before midnight (except for a one-word edit around 12:30a). 🙂 Enjoy!
Bright are the eyes that greet my own
When I fetch you from all alone
From in your cradle where you’ve dreamt
With rosy cheeks and hair unkempt.
Keen are the eyes that watch me speak
And sing our alphabet in Greek
And move from task to task at home—
They follow me where’er I roam.
Young are the eyes that know my face
And study colors, shapes and space
And find comfort in what is known,
In what is seen and what is shown.
With Eve’s eyes born in blinded night,
Your captive soul has captive sight.
By faith with Mary’s eyes perceive
The Spirit’s promise; see, receive.