Through these brown eyes 
I see you standing there
in front of me ~

a gauntness has arrived ~

from all we are going through
your frame suddenly smaller
worn shoulders, pale skinned, and exhausted

a look in your eyes
I immediately recognize
so tender, final, and wanting to help

what can we do ~

hold each other and pray together
take time to see
hope is still here
Windows holding our Lake Ann Skies