When we first laid our eyes on Willow in that mezzanine hotel landing in Lanzhou, the primary distinctive feature that captured our affections were her eyes. She was so studious, so deliberate, so attentive and so inquisitive; these apparent character attributes were all clearly communicated to us merely through her eyes. She had this way of looking at us through the corners of those lids, glancing up, without ever blinking, and without ever turning her head that caused us to immediately and deeply ponder what this little girl was thinking and what made her tick. A few months later after having now loved on her as a child of our family, her eyes continue to enrapture us. I just couldn't help but try to bottle the essence of her peering stares into a poetic theme that partially reflects what we might envision her thoughts to be if we could delve into the depths of her soul:
Pensive Peers
What are you saying through those pensive eyes,
Peering from the corners,
Piercing through,
Protecting your borders,
To make sense of the cries?
Are you asking, "Why?"
Why was I the one,
Missing a part,
That prevents me to say,
And express or impart?
Born with a blemish,
And the plight of a girl,
Among the billions of souls,
And their search for a pearl.
Are you asking,” Who?"
Who was the one,
That left me alone,
On a threshold so cold,
Feeling lost and forlorn?
Born in a land,
Among others with sore,
Wondering who could release,
From the depth of their core.
What are you saying through those pensive eyes,
Peering from the corners,
Piercing through,
Protecting your borders,
To make sense of the cries?
Are you asking, "What?"
What would happen,
Of me now and to come,
So small, so young,
Hoping for life wherever it's from?
A future unknown,
Under the expanse of the skies,
Waiting, wanting,
Some release from my sighs.
Are you asking, "When?"
When was it conceived,
That my days were decreed,
To find a home,
When to stay and be freed?
To move about,
From shore to distant shore,
To land with another,
Whose past I safely adore.
What are saying through those pensive eyes,
Peering from the corners,
Piercing through,
Protecting your borders,
To make sense of the cries?
Are you asking, "Where?"
Where am I going,
And where shall the end I be,
Subject to fate,
And the hope that I'll see?
Held in love,
And the embrace of another,
Trusting my Maker,
And His love to smother.
What are you saying through those pensive eyes,
Peering from the corners,
Piercing through,
Protecting your borders,
To make sense of the cries?
Are you asking, "How?"
How can it be,
That one such as I,
Could possibly mean,
So much from on High?
Perfectly created,
In spite of such flaw,
And adorned with great love,
From the One born in straw.
Here's what I'm saying through my pensive eyes,
Peering from the corners,
Piercing through,
Protecting my borders,
To make sense of my cries.
While questions abound,
And I ponder them all,
I welcome the love,
He has to install.
That I might be safe,
And rescued from grief,
That I might not question,
His perfect relief.
-TMK
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