God’s gift is your gaze,
And in it I see truth.

God’s gift are your eyes,
And in them I see His universe.

Your eyelids uncover the sun,
like the first break of light at dawn.
They drape over softly,
and let the night’s twilight go on.

Stars are jealous of their twinkle,
and the moon envious of their enchant.
Oceans desire their depth,
and clouds yearn for their presence.

God’s gift is your stare:
It’s patient and perceptive.

God’s gift is your glance:
It’s dangerous and deceptive.

God’s gift is your gaze,
God’s gift are your eyes,
God’s gift is your sight;
It’s just a shame you can’t see it.