I saw in a picture my face looking older
I smiled and I thought of my father, the runner
Lifted in victory, brimming with laughter
Bright with no shadow of time to come after
He gave me his eyes
And they’ve seen they’ve seen
Some 40-odd winters
All yielding to spring
I see my soul turning sadder and sweeter
Heavier, lighter and
Grayer and greener
What will it be
Like to see?
Your eyes, your eyes
Endless deep
Like the sea
Your eyes your eyes
I’d carried a prayer for my friend, for so long
I was driving back home when I heard she passed on
I drifted all morning, imagining her
There at the still point that holds in the blur
In your absence I feel what your presence is worth
I know my Redeemer will stand on the earth
Will you remember me?
Will it surprise me?
Beyond recognition, still
You recognize me
What will it be
Like to see?
Your eyes, your eyes
Endless deep
Like the sea
Your eyes your eyes
Time is a pickpocket
Lifting our love
Wrenching and rending
And there we stand stunned
But our tears are bottled
Our tossings are counted
Losses all caught
To be brought back compounded
Oh how you’ve suffered and oh what you bear
Anger and anguish
Curses and prayers
Bleeding heart-Healer
Perfected by pain
Heaven’s high veil torn
To welcome us in