these same eyes see what joy smells, feels and taste like. but looking at them right here, right now, one would not believe that. she fought to hold back the thought of dreaming that night but as soon as slumber clocked in, her weaponry fell to her feet and these eyes, those eyes, her eyes saw a moment that came quickly and left swiftly. and without her consent, the dream slipped into reality and came true. and her eyes, those eyes, these eyes remained as dry as they could possibly be until reality picked up the phone and delivered the news. she fell asleep, again and relentlessly rocked back and forth, repeating one thing in her mind, "for those who love God all things work together for good." her weary body swayed back and forth remembering that sovereignty belonged to the creator of the universe and that her "why's" did not need to be answered. her signature did not need to be submitted to the one who rules all. her consent was not needed and this fight was not hers. these eyes, those eyes, her eyes see joy today. even when they appear to look saddened by the happenings of yesterday, her eyes see joy today. believe her when she says it visually, "my eyes see joy today."
