I see before me a paradox
I can’t quite understand
I know I recognize the face
I know not from where or when
The face is strong and hard I note
The jaw line firm and true
I see that knowing smile of his
Some knowledge not meant for who
Blood upon his hands I see
Of many hues and colors
As if the blood was not his
But that of many others
Wounds upon his body I view
Almost too many to number
Some doth cut right to the soul
But all made whilst he slumber
This puzzles me, I do believe
Who would be such a coward?
To cut a man, who will not fight?
Who will not take their power
The eyes intrigue me most of all
The most familiar part of him
I cannot place, what I see
I sense it is most grim
I see a force that will not yield
Strength, and Courage and Love
Yet I see surrender to
For the world, so far above
Why is it so easy, to bleed for those
That will not bleed for you
Yet stand aside, when your heart bleeds
Is it not, to thyself be true?
A mystery to be sure
Eyes that have seen Life and Death
But yet, have seen no cure
These eyes have seen true joy
And Love in its full bloom
And yet I see a single tear
For all his pain and gloom
I see a hope that cannot die
And sorrow greater still
For with all life, there must come death
And Time my friend will tell
Then I feel it
Come for me
The shock
The Epiphany
My God!
I’ve been looking in a Mir………..