Poem by Karen Curran
Beautiful grey eyes search your soul, longing to know you. Longing to be known by you.
They reflect compassion, interest, and concern.
They want to understand. To understand your struggles as well as their own. Willing to share, but only with those who have glimpsed and pursued the heart that fuels them.
These eyes have been on a journey these past years—striving, achieving, and wondering why their efforts are considered too much or too little.
Longing to see the path they should take and wanting to give their best for God amidst the uncertainty of what that best is.
Knowing that if their best involves tuition and years of study, it will be assailed by their inner critic as nonsense, as too much.
So how will they know?
“‘No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him’. . . but God has revealed it to us by His Spirit” I Corinthians 2:9-10.
God, Himself, answers: they will know by God’s Spirit, by His gentle prompting.
Prompting that can be exhibited by unease with the current situation.
Or by restlessness—the feeling of being in the wrong seat on the bus.
“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid” John 14:27.
The Spirit rests His Hand on the seat He has chosen, patting it gently. Giving assurance. Urging the grey eyes to see.
“Sit here. Sit here.”
About Karen Curran
Curran is a retired accountant living in Franklin, Tennessee. Always ready for a new adventure, she enjoys capturing life’s unique moments in words. For more stories, visit Curran’s website.