The Eyes Cannot

The path forward has disappeared
or so it seems. It is raining that hard.
And the trail that brought me here

is not the way back. Reason cannot
explain it. Intellect cannot understand it.
But Hurricane Delta will come and go.

Faith can see what the eyes cannot.

Faith keeps the fires of hope burning
when the cold hard truth is that
nothing will ever be the same again.

COVID came and is still here. And the
hurricanes have come one right after
the other. Both can destroy life.

We cannot see the end of COVID. Science
takes its best guess. A hurricane gust just
hit the house. Its end too is a best guess.

The eyes of hope still point to the
resurrection ahead. The meeting of the
dead and those living at Christ’s coming

in the clouds is well documented. When?
“Time unknown, but soon it will come,”
say the eyes of faith.

Don’t you see? The next COVID or the one
after that will not be for me. But the rain
will fall and the hurricane winds will blow.

But faith can see what the eyes cannot.

If Owl Could

Will I live long enough to see a cold clear
glass of water become a thing of the past?
I think not.

Will I live long enough to see no more
women and children being abused?
Or teenage gang shootings or high school
killing sprees? I think not.

How about no more rape, road rage, or
sexual abuse? No more abortion or fetuses
found in dumpsters? I think not.

Our culture has become a stagnant pool.
Unfit to drink. But the people say, “Drink!
It is good!”

How will history remember our culture?
History might record that we saved some
trees and a few birds. But in Heaven,
the record shows a culture filled with
pervasive hatred and a high body count.

What about the owl, who neither grieves
nor frets his place in time? His specialty
is simply owling. That is what he does.

If Owl could, he would cry out to our
Maker on behalf of mankind, who has
forgotten who he is and who made him.

Copyright © 2013 Alan L. Slaff, selected from
“The Boy in the Mirror (2nd Edition)”