Brown Eyes

     Swaddled and resting in the plexiglass isolette, my granddaughter, Gracie, was less than an hour out of her mother’s womb. Her eyes were wide open. She was so new into the world, so fresh from heaven. I wondered what she would tell me about God if she could. If only I could communicate with her spirit peeking out of those unblinking brown eyes.

     My prayer was that she would remember the heaven she came from, that even when the world distracted, she would recognize the voice of the One who created her with an everlasting love. In this new year may we all draw near to what we once knew.

Brown eyes

Peer into

Foundations of earth

Placed

Safe in her

Creator’s heart

     The immense

     The minute

     Glimpse etched in spirit

     So deep

     Still calls

The embrace

Formed

And breathed

And waited

     Unremitting

     Beauty

     A cavernous spring

     Unfolds

     In

     Your eyes

Proud

Proclaims

In loud

Cataphonic crush

Threatens

Distracts

     Little one

     See

     Inscribed inside

     In infinite

     Decree

Creation

Still calling

Come

With

Me

     Blessings!

     Laurel Thomas