The Eyes of Jesus

After a quick flight I land at your gates

Where’s the knocker, is there a bell? Who awaits?

As if my questions were spoken out loud, the mighty prophets appear.

“Do you know where you are? Do you have what it takes to be here?”

I knew, here, there is no more anger, no more strife.

Just a simple question asked at the end of a life.

I follow a prophet past the gate and as we set out on our course…

I see a light everywhere but I can’t find it’s source.

I walk by a room filled with bottles, with no walls, no beginning, no end.

The prophet says, “Your tears, every one of them, my friend.”

A line is forming of people small and great.

At the end of this line I was told to wait.

No one speaks, no one makes a sound.

But some I see walking back from the front with a crown!

God’s throneroom is where I find my turn.

A white light coming at me is warm, it doesn’t burn.

I see Jesus seated on high, behind a podium looking into a book.

I fall to my knees, I always knew that I would.

For how could anyone stand to such power, to such good?

I lift my head and I look into his eyes.

He tells me, “My child please arise.

Look into my eyes I have something to show you.”

And as I peer into eyes of liquid, of fire and storm…

Images, shapes and events begin to form.

I see my birth when I almost died.

Him standing beside the doctors as they slap my backside.

I see the painful childhood, things I had to endure.

But now I see why I was sent there, now I’m finally sure.

I see my 5 dead children playing on heavens playground.

Laughing, singing on a beautiful merry-go-round.

I turn away, close my eyes with shame.

He speaks, “Look into my eyes and see who was really to blame.”

I look into his eyes bright with fire and I see the devil taking aim.

At this time, Jesus’ eyes turn to a watery soft blue.

And I see myself, head bowed, heart changing, becoming new.

At this moment is when Jesus looks down into his book of life

“Here’s your name, here’s your crown, here’s eternal life.”

I was asked to write a poem on the eyes of Jesus. Here’s the conversation thread where Stuart and Purple Rose came to the conclusion to ask me to do it. You may want to read the original post written by Purple Rose as she’s  unfolding her life events and how Jesus saved her. I don’t think I wrote what they were looking for as this piece became personal…but when writing on Jesus’ eyes…how could one not make it personal?Thanks for reading y’all.