The Infant's Eyes - Poem

National Catholic Reporter, Dec 24, 1999 by Augustine John Moore

   The light from his face was nothing
   To cause one to cover the eyes,
   To stand back in awe,
   To stir the silent, secret places of the heart.

   His was only a tiny infant face,
   Smudged with dust here and there,
   With small lips that quivered from the cold
   And framed by straw-entangled hair.

   Yet, something in the eyes
   Told of worlds where light never fades,
   Where warm winds blow
   And tears never fall.

   It was the eyes
   That made the heart beat faster,
   That held the mind spellbound,
   That awakened dreams of eternal days,
   Life unending,
   Love forever everywhere.

--Fr. Augustine John Moore Espanola, N.M.