Mine Eyes

January 9, 2011 at 6:58 pm 1 comment

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
In Tennessee
On the top of Signal Mountain
In a hospital bed at Alexian Village

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
In the nurses and assistants
Who smile, and flirt, and minister with dignity and gentle hands
Who love Grandpa Black as much as we do

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
In the parade of friends who want us to know his life matters to them
“He changed things here,” they want us to know
“We choose to serve too,” they tell us “just like John Black.”

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
In the golfing buddies who envy his ability to play 18 holes
In the ladies who thank him for planting their flowers each spring
In the poker buddies who come to collect their 60¢

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
In their tears
Their sighs
Their unwillingness, like ours, to let him go

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
In his daughters who bring Badger and Packer and Crazy Legs t-shirts to wear
So he looks good
So he feels good – not sick – not dying – living

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
In their tender hands as they soothe his brow
In the cup they hold to his lips
In their lips – over and over again – touching his cheek

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
In the son-in-law who rises at 4 in the morning so that he will not awake alone
In the son who arrives at 9 in the evening so that he will not fall asleep alone
In the son who kneels at his side and holds his hand all day; you are not alone

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
In the whispered good byes
We love you; you’ve done enough; we’ll be all right, because of you
Well done, my good and faithful servant

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
In the son who hangs a Wisconsin flag
The grandson who wordlessly places a golf ball close by
The great grandson who offers a home-made card

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
In his family — 24 children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren — crowded into his room, ‘round his bed, singing, Joy to the world the Lord is come
His head against his pillow
His voiced raised with ours

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
In a great grandchild’s hand touching his
A soft voice, “Grandpa, you don’t have to sing.”
“But you can if you want to.”

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
In his quivering chin as he knows the song – and our time together – will soon end
And wonders of His love.
And wonders of His love.

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
And wonders of  his love
John Merle Black, April 12, 1920 – January 5, 2011

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  • 1. Lainie  |  January 9, 2011 at 9:29 pm

    Sue,

    Thank you for the love and beauty you have chosen to express here. My thoughts and prayers go to all of your family.

    Lainie

    Reply

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