What’s behind those mysterious eyes
Concentrated deep and blue?
Darker than the clearest skies
Yet lacking luster and hue.

You sit humbly without a doubt
Seriously quiet and amused.
You wouldn’t mind if I’d shout
Perhaps you’d be a bit confused.
 

I wonder where those eyes have been.
What have they seen before?
Did you walk self-righteously before men
Or harness integrity in every chore?
 

One day you may speak out,
Or choose to remain subdued.
This home does without a doubt
Accommodate your gentle mood.
 

My eyes have grown dim with grief;
my whole frame is but a shadow.  Job 17:7