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When I look into your eyes
by David N. Muxo


When I look into your eyes I see eternity.

I see a starry starry Texas night in front of Grandma's
house.
The giggles all died down, and on an old grey
mattress-fort
we camped with Grandpa in the wilderness. Father
showered us with
shooting stars. They fell into our eyes and danced into
our hearts.
I loved the universe that night, and love it still.
And how I long to dance among the shooting stars again.
I hear the whispers of the trees. In the velvet hours
they go about their sacred stewardship. They walk the
hills with me
and talk of heroisms past. They can't resist a chuckle
at some long-forgotten,
just-remembered joke they played. They
keep me safe along my way
and make my search for innocence
and love less lonely for a time.
I feel the breath of God move through the grove. He
sits beside me
on a rough hewn wooden plank and listens to my friends,
who one by one
bear testimony. How proud He is of them, and caught
in his joy He weeps,
for we are Zion's youth. And then a different tear.
I understand how much He misses us,
and how He must console our Mother in their quiet times.
I touch a weathered photograph, my precious daughter
standing in my
shoes. So big that she can't walk, they anchor her and
keep her safe.
For me they're just as large. They're Father's shoes, lent
to me for
a time, and how I pray to fill them well.
I scold my darling little boy in church and take him out.
He doesn't
understand the meeting's reverence, and as he cries he
fills me with
his tears. I turn away. I would have him know how much
I hurt to
see him cry, and how I weep now as I write these words,
but I'm his
dad and must be strong until he understands.
I smell the blossom on the rose, and marvel how its beauty
pales
beside your smile. This is a special place and has the
touch of
Mother everywhere. I hear the swish of lace and satin as
she moves.
This is Her garden, and she has brought you here to make
it yours.
And when you bring your daughters to this special place
they'll know
that Mother loves them by her handywork.