What he sees he takes in.
every human sorrow
fuels the fire that burns
low and steady
in his open heart
He looked at the leper like this,
imagining the man’s life
before he changed it.
He looked at the centurion and saw
what it must be fa a father
to watch his child die.
He looked at the woman by the well,
saw her five husbands, and sent her home
with a promise, at the woman caught
in adultery, and did not condemn her,
at the woman weeping at his feet, knowing
she knew him, who walked the dusty earth
unrecognized , and honored her extravagance.
One might live long
just to be looked at once this way,
judged, forgiven, and blessed,
taken in, recognized, a prayer answered
in eyes that meet longing ans assuage it.
Lore, remember me
when you come into your…
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