A Very Special Prayer

I Want To See You

I want to look into your eyes and see you. I want to behold nothing or no one else but you. I want you to be present with no one else but me either. For unless we are both truly looking upon one another with the purest of intentions, we may as well be blind. You can not see someone unless you want to. One’s vision is clouded with misconceptions about others unless the heart truly desires to see with its own eyes.

Why do some people live blindly, while others are fully aware of what they think and feel, as well as need and want? Why do some look upon another and say, “You are beautiful,” when beneath the adornment of the visible lies the darkness of the invisible? Some do not want to see, because their eyes have not been opened. Some have not learned to see, because no one ever cared. Some will never see because they have become entangled in a self-designed web of pride, greed, arrogance, superiority, apathy, indifference and selfishness. Indeed the gift of sight allows us the gift of seeing the creative genius before us. If we can not see the masterful beauty which lies within, then our world suffers the loss of the genuineness we have to offer.

To see you, is to begin to discover the wonder of all you are, and have been and are becoming. To not see you is an even greater tragedy than my loss. No matter where you’ve been, no matter where you are, no matter where your journey leads you, let me see you. I must see you. I am compelled to open my hands and hold all that is dear, precious and remarkable about you. But…I can not do that unless we begin to take those first steps together by knowing who you are and you knowing me. I can know nothing though unless you open my blinded eyes.

The ache of my heart would be ever so great if the loveliness I perceive is not there. The yearning of my soul would mourn the loss of my fallen hopes, if it discovered that what I saw was not the real you. Do you see the real you? Only the real you need be experienced.

No one can ever take the truth of what is to be seen away from us. If we allow someone to still our sight, then no one else can see us and we will remain blind until we reclaim the inheritance of our individuality. I want to see you…and only you.

Copyright © 2007. David Hammock. All Rights Reserved.

Will You Give My Soul A Rose?

The days and nights have been long,
The burden heavier than could be borne;
I’ve been told of a garden that is only yours,
One that no man may bring anything to
That he would think could adorn
What exists within the majestic, creative genius
Of your very own soul.

Only a few dare comprehend
What you have taken a life-time to tend.
Please don’t ask me to depart.
For what then shall become of my heart?

Please pick a humble rose from your garden, my sweet.
My soul longs for a tender, gentle and fresh bud,
Moist with the morning dew,
And chosen only by you.

You know the texture of my skin.
Fill me with the touch of you.
You know the fragrance of my soul.
Soothe it with petals held only by your hands
And kissed only by the lips of your soul
And anointed with the aroma of your heart.

Let me close my eyes and forget the long nights.
Let me breathe the breath from your garden.
Will I see the light in your eyes when you hand me the treasured rose?
Will I know it is you, who brings the gift I yearn for,
When I can fight no more?

There is no other garden.
I came only to you.
After the long journey…I’m sure I have found you.
You are the keeper of my soul’s rose.
And I want it only from you,
You and no other.

David Hammock. Copyright © 2008. All Rights Reserved.