Joseph Kreydt

Hazel Eyes in the Mirror

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Surely there is gold
In the eyes my eyes behold,
Surrounded by a green
Most leaves could only long to be,
And they are yours, a gift of old,
Shone every time your eyelids fold,
A piece of autumn’s hue
Eternal carried within you.

Oh the joy, to have a tool
Of such power and such beauty,
Such capacity to tell the truth
And see through lies
And share your joy with hazel eyes.

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  1. The Art of Wonder: Curiosity, Awe, and the Story of Job

    […] You might suggest that, at times, we can experience wonder without looking for it, without curiosity. Sometimes it surprises us. That may be true. But I wonder if, by being curious, we might find it far more often. We might even find it in the most ordinary things, like steam rising from a mug or the pair of eyes we see every day in the mirror. […]

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