My Fathers' Eyes

My Fathers Eyes

Eyes are called the windows of the soul.Its not necessarily what we see looking into the
windows but what is behind the panes and the curtains that is revealed over time.
It may be that looking out from the panes of someones soul is a heart filled with kindness
and forgiveness.Maybe what is behind the panes is a hurting person or even someone
who can feel mercy and empathy for those it sets its sights on.
Windows sometime get clouded and need cleaning just as our hearts need cleaning out.
Unforgivenness can fog up window panes and make it impossible to see things for what
they really are.That same unforgiveness may even cause a person to not try to look
past the pane and focus inwardly missing out on life's fullness and opportunities.

Eyes can be different colors.They can be a brilliant blue that sparkles and shines and
seems to hold laughter behind them.They can be a deep sea green that seemingly have
so much depth and hold many mysteries.Then there is deep brown eyes that match
the colors of desert sand.Behind them lies an oasis and a place of rest for a tired soul.

There are eyes that hold familiar longings often recognizable by those who have
experienced certain feelings.There is the look of despair which can hide a multitude
of things behind it that need dusting off and refreshing.There is the look of longing that
needs to find fullfillment.There is the look of hope and newness of life.

Behind each set of eyes lies a story that is unique to the bearer of azure or sienna.
The story that can only be told by the soul that lies behind the panes.Hidden secrets of the
heart that go unnoticed by man but are written in Gods' book of rememberance.
He sees behind the panes regardless of how much cleaning needs to be done
or clutter moved from blocking His view.Its said that each person has a unique
cornea that can be scanned as identification.Surely God placed this within
man for a purpose.He can read our thoughts when even the best scanner in
the world can only search for patterns.

There are eyes that are special because behind them lie a soul to which we are tied.
Like the eyes of our mother.The special adoration that we come to know as a child.
The look of love and concern.Those eyes it seems can read our minds and know what
we have done even before anyone else.They seem to bore holes in our heads.They
are like lamps in the dark turning over secret hidden things.

There is a certain piece of art called the eye of God.Its a neat thing made of yarn
and dowl rods.Its composed of yarn wrapped around and around in a pattern.I often
have wondered how it got its name.But then when I stop to realize how the watchfullness
and eyes of the Lord watch over us and are intertwined in our lives as children of God
then its easier to understand why that piece of art is named the Eye of God.

My favorite eyes belong to my father.I can be sure they watch over me and protect me.
He was given this duty by our Heavenly Father.This earthly role is very comforting.
These eyes show pride in my simple accomplishments.I am sure once in a while
they beam as if the sun is reflecting golden rays out of them.In them I see the Eyes of
God using a man to look through the pain of life and even tears of anguish and joy
and give me confidence that I am loved and protected.What beautiful eyes belong to my father.