The Light in Your Eyes

Curious, isn’t it, that the wind only blows when you are outside? I’ve felt if, from a gentle warm breeze to a furious chill tornado. All the wind is yours. 

So to the tide that rolls up to greet you when you walk upon the shore. I have dipped my hand in it, felt the grains of sand lifted and carried out to sea, the shells and driftwood deposited in their place. Yes, the tide is your home.

But most of all I thank you for the light in your eyes for you bring the stars out in that heavenly canopy of night, a reminder of your watchfulness. This realm is also yours, and the light that is in your eyes rests in my heart.