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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.
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