Brow bone, cheekbone,
riverside, nose,
one flow, two banks,
one third, I know
tender beauty
in your eyes,
filling my own,
a gentle knowing,
serrated edges reflected smooth,
stone’s throw resistance,
a feather bed pillow fight,
left hook disarmed by a look and
a lack - of a returned volley,
no matching accusation,
no disdain, no debt held,
no balance due, no stream
of shame, only river blue flowing,
bridging our eyes from you to dew
and from dew to me dissolved,
downy, a safe place for eyes
and trust, for wounded, mean hearts
to land feet first in riverbed silt
baptized by tears, risen well-pleased,
by a Love that sees and heals
and never fails to witness eye am
in You, seen as One shining through.
-pdk
**the text as posted above are my words and spellings, as I intended, not always the same as what is transcribed from my audio of the poem.
**Background music is “Fix Me, Jesus”, traditional, soloists Cecilia Myers, Shelton Becton
As we share in the wonder of growing in love, Preetam Das
