There are moments

when you're talking, when

my vision begins to narrow,  

and your words become a faint echo.

It feels as if

--but for a moment--

I've stepped aside to see

you through our Father's eyes.

To witness and to wonder,

of your heart and mind.

To know

the place of your deep longing,

the source of your resolve,

the fear that keeps your arms up,

the pain behind your smile.

Or perhaps to just delight

in the beauty of your soul.