What eyes did see

I see a touch of humor and a light here

in these eyes from so very long ago,

school aged man child-

what was it

those things you saw

that created in you the mind

that fought for many

and closing your eyes dying

while a world of people wept.

Who were his people,

not only those with the shades of skin he wore like a robe,

there were beside you those who look like me,

though I watched from afar

black and white images flickering,

still too young to know-

to be able to stand and fight

but was it his world at home in which he lived

that inspired such passion

such a noble and wise soul born

even as a seed

destined for greatness

before he could most likely read.

I wish I had known this young boy then

and later when his feet marched,

when the power of his voice shook with such conviction,

something these days so lacking-

I wonder what I would have asked,

perhaps what was it here

that made you smile as the shutter snapped

capturing a radiance

that still shines through

all these years gone by,

and have we indeed learned anything

from your wise, truth heralding words-

do we stand as you did

or do we turn and look the other way,

and what would have become

had you not slipped away

awash in a river of red

like a modern-day of his time messiah

teaching, believing, and never backing down.

Will there be another born,

or is he or she growing still-

to take up in the footprints

through word and steadfastness

walking in those shoes so large,

to become the voice

of today.

 

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13 thoughts on “What eyes did see

  1. thanks Elouise, I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I know there are many wise souls in this world and someone will indeed rise to the occasion and carry the proverbial ball ❤

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  2. A wonderful tribute, Kim! The photo is simply stunning, and your words draw out so many angles of truth seen from this side of history. We’re blessed by his legacy and poorer because of his absence just now. Today feels rather grim to me. Your poem gives me reason to hope that somewhere there’s already someone prepared for the next wave of work to be done. Blessings to you! 🙂
    Elouise

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  3. Yes, I often wonder that about many people, would they be the same now if they were still here, as they age, would their principles or feelings change-the world would certainly be a better place, that I know for sure ❤
    Thanks my friend and so very glad you enjoyed ❤

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  4. In this, you have done no wrong. It is all absolutely right and I am so happy that I was able to read it at this very moment.

    “and what would have become

    had you not slipped away

    awash in a river of red

    like a modern-day of his time messiah

    teaching, believing, and never backing down.

    Will there be another born,

    or is he or she growing still-

    to take up in the footprints

    through word and steadfastness

    walking in those shoes so large,

    to become the voice

    of today.”

    I concur with Morgan, this is a great tribute poem, Kim. Outstanding, even.

    Like

  5. Every so often we (the human race) are Blessed by an Old Spirit, one that Understands, like Martin, Mother Theresa, Rumi. It is sad that so often we choose to cast them out.

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  6. thank you Morgan, I pondered over what kind of post to do and kept coming back to the eyes of a child, what they see and how it changes them, creates them to either hide or stand up and be the voice. He had such a light, wish I could have spoken to him in person. ❤

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