eyes

Her eyes seemed so dull. So...lifeless. I suppose she's tired, I think to myself. As My glance strolls over the features of her eyes, the brows, the deep dark wrinkles that stand out like cracks on a wall. She looks at me. I look quickly elsewhere. Its moral code.

I wonder what makes her eyes lifeless. Could it be they slope downwards toward the ends of her face, as if weighed down by some mysterious force? Another pair of eyes catch me off guard. This time belonging to a tall dark man.

There was something intriguing about his eyes. Something sinister. Maybe it was the dark bushy eyebrows that resembled an arched angry cat. His eyes weren't as sunken into his face as the old lady's. His pupils were a hazelnut brown and held a stare so deep, It could encompass the whole earth.

Then there was a little girl. The dainty bright little eyes that peered out behind a pair of white, thick-rimmed glasses. They were big, possibly due to the smallessness of her face, and so very, very full of life. She wrapped her tiny arms around the pole on the train carriage and swung round it. Her slightly brown locks of curly asian hair bounced and leaped in the air as if it had a mind of its own and landed, covering that pair of beautiful eyes. She paused, and brushed them back with her finger tips.

Then there was another pair, the ones of her mother's. She had plenty of white on her eyes and her pupil seemed to stand out like a cherry on an ice cream cone. The distant look in her eyes seem to suggest deep thought, or possibly tiredness? Her lips curled as her pursed them and the freckles were like stars on a cloudless night that sprawled across her cheeks.

Then another, yet another pair of eyes.They were all so very different. Some masked by long shiny lashes. Some sunken in like chips in a cookie. One or two were so handsome, you could get lost in them forever. Some were so dark and lifeless, that they held your stare and you could feel your own soul drain away.

Some were almond. Some round like coins. Each one told a different story. The range of whites to slightly yellows, the red veins that etched like vines across the eyes.

Yet, these were just eyes. What about hair? Nose? Mouth or lips or ears? It's amazing how people are so different. So different in just facial features alone. So much detail. So very individually special.

It is no wonder... why God loves them so much.