What you see stays inside

Windows to the Soul

The eye of man was never simple,
A miracle of  pure design.
Complexities of light and form,
First seen, then stored away in time.

So many things that mould our lives,
The eyes have caught it all.
Their range peripheral and sharp,
I guess you’d say they’re on the ball.

From early times the eye was used,
In symbolisms deep.
Until at last, when time and myth
Had done their work, came doubt.
To stork the hearts of men.
Unnecessary fears now slowly creep.

For there was nothing there to fear,
Unless it be the fear alone.
The eyes are windows to the soul,
The evidence of which you will be shown.

Like heaven’s vacuum cleaner,
Where all we see is drawn inside.
To be stored up…. and used again,
No single glance or thought can be denied.

Be careful not to fix your gaze,
On useless things that steal your joy.
Your soul’s accountability,
Is like a never ending story,
In every little mind, in every girl and boy.

Christian Poetry by Geoffrey