Portholes

I saw torment behind two eyes in the face of my reflection
and for a moment I was surprised that these eyes looked
inwards on me.

then it dawned
we are the shores that race down to the sea
we are the oceans that we long to be
we just have to look

and the torment was for a minute, troubling
but it was only confusion on my part
because
I am in every ripple that sways you,
the executioner that saves you
and
the God almighty that gave you
the love in my heart I have for you.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.