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Twenty-Twenty Vision
Throughout my life's journey I have looked into the eyes of many souls. I have seen love given and I have seen my own love reflected - lovingly - in return. I have melted when looking into the eyes of a child and have treasured the pools of innocence and the essence of pure simplicity. With compassion I have looked into the eyes of those overwhelmed with sorrow, grief or profound despair; I have learned the power of endurance when looking into the eyes of those suffering unbearable, physical pain; I have acknowledged the silent voice of acceptance in the brave eyes of the dying, when hope and all else is lost. But I have smiled back into the eyes of those who have known immense joy and I have also responded to the infectious sparkle in the eyes of those sharing great laughter.
On occasion, I have glimpsed the eyes of a liar or a rogue and I have not escaped the flat expression of the insincere (the contact from such eyes is always transient).
Now, in the autumn of my years, given my (now) simple lifestyle and the people I know and love, I thought I had encountered all that I was ever likely to ... I was so wrong ... For I have now looked into the face of sinister evil and I feel a sickness which I never knew could exist. Previously I have felt a churning pit in my stomach on hearing of the evil done to others not known to me personally; my heartfelt concern has gone out to them. But until now, I could have had no idea of the impact that evil thrashers upon us.
I have been looking at this face of evil for exactly twelve years and only now do I know why our eyes never really engaged; only now do I recognise what my instinct implored me to follow; only now has the evil 'lurking within' been exposed bringing a clarity to what was an elusive sense of doubt. They say - don't they - that the eyes are the windows of the soul; our eyes could not engage; for evil is bereft of soul.
And why is it, that when evil presents in the guise of woman, we (or is it just me) find it even more abhorrent? I cannot yet find words to elaborate on what I am feeling ... feeling ... an horrendous feeling. One thing I can say for sure is - as much as I wish I was not going through this experience - I do know that 'good' always soars its way through any evil damage and the victims are, eventually, richer and more worthwhile souls with a unique sense of who and what really matters in life. And I thank the Lord that the spirit of love and goodness continues to surround and envelop us.
On occasion, I have glimpsed the eyes of a liar or a rogue and I have not escaped the flat expression of the insincere (the contact from such eyes is always transient).
Now, in the autumn of my years, given my (now) simple lifestyle and the people I know and love, I thought I had encountered all that I was ever likely to ... I was so wrong ... For I have now looked into the face of sinister evil and I feel a sickness which I never knew could exist. Previously I have felt a churning pit in my stomach on hearing of the evil done to others not known to me personally; my heartfelt concern has gone out to them. But until now, I could have had no idea of the impact that evil thrashers upon us.
I have been looking at this face of evil for exactly twelve years and only now do I know why our eyes never really engaged; only now do I recognise what my instinct implored me to follow; only now has the evil 'lurking within' been exposed bringing a clarity to what was an elusive sense of doubt. They say - don't they - that the eyes are the windows of the soul; our eyes could not engage; for evil is bereft of soul.
And why is it, that when evil presents in the guise of woman, we (or is it just me) find it even more abhorrent? I cannot yet find words to elaborate on what I am feeling ... feeling ... an horrendous feeling. One thing I can say for sure is - as much as I wish I was not going through this experience - I do know that 'good' always soars its way through any evil damage and the victims are, eventually, richer and more worthwhile souls with a unique sense of who and what really matters in life. And I thank the Lord that the spirit of love and goodness continues to surround and envelop us.
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