The Single Eye

I once saw through eyes of division,
measuring myself against shifting shadows,
seeking approval in the halls of dust.

But the single eye awoke within me
an ancient flame remembering itself,
a gaze that sees without separation.

In the single eye, there is no enemy,
no higher, no lower
only the dance of light upon light,
God in every face,
love in every breath.

This is the eye of innocence,
the mirror of Christ,
the window through which eternity
beholds itself and calls it good.

— Joe Restman