Seeing with the eyes of God,
I peer through my own façade.
Accepting my personal role,
I wonder what does God see
through the window of my soul.
Listening without deflection,
I shudder in realizing,
I am divine reflection.
The beauty of the flower
is its awesome blossoming,
standing tall in a shower.
While watching without winking,
God’s eyes gleam with gentleness.
So, I stare without blinking.
God’s eyes focus the blurry.
With eyes wide shut, God says,
be happy and don’t worry.
With God’s eyes, love is not blind.
With God’s eyes, mercy is kind.
