‘Beholding’ ‘Looking into icons’
Beholding is as easy and difficult as seeing, perhaps why it needs said in order to take note. Pause, listen, quiet, still, some others. And, Love. The others may open a door to be and practice this “And.” Behold. Trg,12/24/2017
'Icons speak of mysteries' timothy r gates, 12/24/2012
Icons speak of
sublime mysteries
a young Jewish girl
nursing her baby boy,
cloistered away
protecting her,
stone throwers
ready around every corner.
one day he'd remember,
protecting one accused
"You without sin
throw the first stone."
Myths and legends
having their gods and goddesses,
allowing many people's stories
telling of yesterday
Today
a Mother, a Father
look into their child's eyes,
this baby gazes into theirs -
without a word,
without definition,
without equivocation
they're awestruck,
as the young girl was.
Icons, still,
write of beauty beheld.
It was said in ancient days,
"a child shall lead them,"
everyday i behold this child,
their eyes looking into mine,
and i am grateful
for who they behold.
‘Looking ‘trgates, 05/23/2012
Looking everywhere
we seem to miss divinity's hymn
waltzing before us
in humanity's stroll.
Then we pause,
open our eyes
only to behold what was
never hidden.
'Icons speak of mysteries' timothy r gates, 12/24/2012
Icons speak of
sublime mysteries
a young Jewish girl
nursing her baby boy,
cloistered away
protecting her,
stone throwers
ready around every corner.
one day he'd remember,
protecting one accused
"You without sin
throw the first stone."
Myths and legends
having their gods and goddesses,
allowing many people's stories
telling of yesterday
Today
a Mother, a Father
look into their child's eyes,
this baby gazes into theirs -
without a word,
without definition,
without equivocation
they're awestruck,
as the young girl was.
Icons, still,
write of beauty beheld.
It was said in ancient days,
"a child shall lead them,"
everyday i behold this child,
their eyes looking into mine,
and i am grateful
for who they behold.
‘Looking ‘trgates, 05/23/2012
Looking everywhere
we seem to miss divinity's hymn
waltzing before us
in humanity's stroll.
Then we pause,
open our eyes
only to behold what was
never hidden.
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