My eyes

Define me, please, by what you see

when you look into my eyes.

Chocolate irises, dark pupils

gazing your way, midsize.

Can you curl up in them

find comfort when your pain's too much?

Ever seen them empty

Vacant, cold to the touch?

What about the Holy Spirit

have you seen Him shining through?

Ever glimpsed your own reflection in my eyes

looking back at you?