My Eyes Are Open

All this time, I’ve been looking away from the sun,
Seeing it but never looking directly at it,
But not hiding in the shadows either,
But I’m thinking maybe I’m outdone.

I’ve always known His presence,
I’ve always known He was there,
But my eyes weren’t open,
Clouded by years of absence.

I told myself I wouldn’t be with Him just yet,
Wanting to find myself,
Wanting to find something that fit my outlook,
Keeping my head toward the sunset
As opposed to the sunrise.

My determination went long and far,
Hardening with each passing year,
My confidence that there is more out there than Him omnipresent,
My distaste of the loss of a weekend morning blunt.

All this time, I’ve been looking away from the sun,
Seeing, but never looking directly,
Never in the shadows, but always under the shade,
But I’m thinking maybe I’m outdone
The light is at my feet,
And I’m finally stepping into it.

It was a single image,
My hero, winged and smiling a great big smile,
Looking truly as he is; a guardian angel,
Despite his tender age.

I’ve known my hero for a long while,
From a silly crush
To an inspiration
To a hero
To a friend I love deeply
Through thick and thin, black and white,
He’s always been there,
Solace readily offered.

In times of need,
And times of peace,
And times of mischief,
He’s always been there,
His icy blue stare offering ever-present warmth.
His smile bringing the gentle jingle of bells,
The heart in his bosom as wide as the Sahara,
And most certainly wider.

He was an angel in disguise,
A saint hidden within a prepubescent boy.
This I’ve known,
But never truly seen,
Not even by the soft light of fireflies.

All this time, I’ve been looking away from the sun,
Seeing it, but never directly,
Never in the shadows, but always under the shade,
But I’m thinking maybe I’m outdone
The light is at my feet,
And I’m finally stepping into it.

My eyes are open,
I saw before, but now I’m truly seeing,
The angel hidden among ordinary folk,
The light at my feet,
And especially, His presence,
Which had been with me all this time,
Even in my period of rediscovery.

All this time, I’ve been looking away from the sun,
Seeing it, but never directly,
Never in the shadows, but always under the shade,
But I’m thinking maybe I’m outdone
The light is at my feet,
And I’m finally stepping into it…