My Husband's Eyes

"What a beautiful day for flying. There is not a
cloud in the sky", stated my husband. I responded,
"But there there is a cloud in your eye" This was
due to the fact that I would be flying to Atlanta
to visit our family for two weeks; perhaps he would
come later.

At the airport my husband let me off with my luggage
at the entrance to the gates while he went to park the
car. I became a little restless being too easily
anxious about getting on the plane on time. When
my husband came he was given a pass to go through
security with me; however, he had to return to
the car to leave a certain item that wouldn't pass
security. I went on ahead and had boarded the plane
just before he arrived at the gate to bid me
good-bye once more.

On the plane I remembered that our pastor had
talked about the importance of our countenance.
Part of our countenance is our eyes. I wrote
the following poem which expresses what I feel
shows in my husband's eyes (countenance) and
sometimes in my eyes (countenance)

MY HUSBAND'S EYES

My Husband's eyes are filled with love,
They reflect that gentle spirit that
comes from above.

He looked into my face so longingly
as I went on ahead,
His eyes were filled with sacrificial love
No words needed to be said

Sometimes his eyes twinkle with delight
When all our grand-babies are in sight.

His eyes are attentive to my needs
But not my needs only, does he see
For those hurting in all the world, he pleas


Do my eyes reflect a deep trust, or resolute
determination to do it on my own?
If I am abiding in God's rest
Then His glory will be shown