The Three Gazes
Donald P. Goodman III
The gaze that turns the craven treason, foul and dark,
the knife between the ribs already stripped to bone,
and straight as any arrow, pierces through its mark
a pricking strike for one who won't his faults disown;
the healing gaze, the eyes which will not meet the spark
of other eyes for hate and shame, to faults bemoan,
and makes an offering of bitter tears and stark,
and washes with them, all disgraces to atone;
and then the gaze upon the one beloved; the eyes!
“thine eyes are of the doves”; thine eyes my soul to own!
The pricking, healing, loving gazes! In them lies
the love that lifts the soul into the highest skies!