These Faithful Eyes by Oliver Fisher
[A reflection on Faith]
These Faithful Eyes
There’s light inside your old stone furnace. To feel and think and pray and see.
To learn and hope and live in earnest. I am him as he is me.
My self composed upon those values. Accept these praises from my heart.
Though I may be struck with poisoned arrows. My skin is left without a mark.
My palms connect, My head is bowed. Ascending gently towards your light.
Our words and thoughts, our bond is loud. Humbly, happily blinded by sight.
My power and reason, please guide me still. And keep these weary wanderers safe.
I may grow old and tired and ill. But I can’t be broken if I’m made of faith.
My sins and wrongs have fuelled devotion. For you I can, I will be true.
Though many are called, few are chosen. For they are scared to come to you.
And in the end you shall decide. Will I fall or will we rise?
My soul is weighed, I can not hide. It’s time to judge these ‘faithful’ eyes.
– Oliver Fisher
Such maturity. Such beauty. Such depth of feeling. I sense a future poet laureate. Thank you, Ken, for Oliver.