The Human Face

I Write the Human Face

I write the human face, with hope it will simply live, with faith 

it will simply be, and with love it will simply love.

As I write the human face I cry, weeping from a place deep inside of me, 

a place of which my old friend speaks, "See with the eyes of your heart.”

I see.

I write brown eyes filled with kindness, skin in nakedness 

beautiful, hands and feet compassionate, a smile the sunrise, the sunset.

I write tattered clothes from so much giving, a rosary that is a reminder that Christ is in every person in every moment of every day, hunched shoulders from so much praying, a face full of love.

I write the sparkle in clear, blue eyes, the deep wrinkles of concern on the forehead, broken hands that heal.

In the morning light I write.

I hold life closely.

I listen.

Trevor Scott Barton, stories for a brown eyed girl, 2020