1.25.2008

it's what's in the eyes


I see warmth, compassion and an innate ability to give of himself.
Is he smiling? I think so. But not out of laughter - out of joy.
What strains were put on this man to give him the deep lines in his forehead? I want to hear the stories that those eyes long to tell.

Has he found true love? I hope so.
Has he been rejected or judged? Probably so.
I wish it was possible to keep people from experiencing all the hardships of life. I picked this picture along with the two below to answer the question, "Who is so precious to you that you would fight to protect them from harm?"

I wish that we could protect innocence. I wish family was always close.

Hands of God

Grimy and calloused while still gentle and loving.

Being cradled in the palm of these hands would be the safest place to be.

Imagine the eyes that peer down on these hands. They gaze as if they are holding the most precious thing in the world.

How long did those hands labor to produce a crop? How many seasons did they have to endure? Creation in the hands of the creator.

Powerful and humble. Loving and harsh. Just and kind. No contradiction.