The Opening of Eyes


The Opening of Eyes

That day I saw beneath dark clouds the passing light over the waterand I heard the voice of the world speak out,I knew then, as I had beforelife is no passing memory of what has beennor the remaining pages in a great bookwaiting to be read.

It is the opening of eyes long closed.It is the vision of far off thingsseen for the silence they hold.It is the heart after yearsof secret conversingspeaking out loud in the clear air.

It is Moses in the desertfallen to his knees before the lit bush.It is the man throwing away his shoesas if to enter heavenand finding himself astonished,opened at last,fallen in love with solid ground.

-- David Whyte from Songs for Coming Home

Christine Mason Miller

Santa Barbara, CA

Writer * Artist * Storyteller * Guide