THE EYES THAT MET

(For Patience)

I am the apple of his eye, you know?

He told me so

He whispered it to me

And I know it myself

I could tell from the look in his face

But he also uttered it himself

It came from his own lips

He declared and proclaimed it

Here at the foot of the Mountain

During the working session.

Deeply, I`m only a servant keeping so low

One who didn`t deal any blow

One who knows all the books on her shelf

While keeping her place in the human race

I`m a gift from God himself

That`s why I`ve made so many trips

Whenever I`ve deemed it fit

For this gift I thank my one and only fountain

For showering me with benediction and unction.