Legacy

Your name – spoken with awe and wonder surprises.

It gives us pause: is intensity an accurate measure?

Thunderstorm and sunset accomplish the condition.

Is it discernible in the eyes?

The eyes are windows by which the soul sees –

and the heart?

He was a companion of the heart long before lips parted,

and sound voiced within the everyday.

It is irrational until encountered.

We, who so easily, acknowledge the evidential

may struggle in our understanding of the unseen.

Faith suspends.

It leads.

Faith as small as a mustard seed in His hand – moves.

Preconceptions fall; they tear and scatter in a rolling wind.

The past is shadow relegated to children at play.

The approach to living is different from –

awkward, at first, like a youngster learning to stand – still,

the declaration is not new.

It is the continuation –

of a two-thousand year legacy of love.