Beautiful Freedom in His Eyes

Be wary the eyes of the Life-giving Liberator, lest their beauty free you.

His eyes are bright. Not metaphorically speaking. In the literal sense, His eyes are bright.

Like the flicker of a candle that provides comfort in the night. Like the roar of a flame that provides warmth in the cold.

Gazing into them is hard to describe. If you have seen a gentle breeze cause autumn trees to dance. Remind yourself of the gold and orange leaves fluttering in the air.

That is what it is like to look into His eyes. It is a beauty beyond description. It is a beauty that can only be known through an allegory. In fact, it’s a beauty that is too beautiful.

His eyes are dangerous. If you gaze into them for too long, they will chip away at the shell in which your heart hides.

Like the autumn trees you will dance as shamelessly as a playful child. Like the gold and orange leaves you will appear to flutter about.

Being freed by them is hard to describe. If you have seen streams that are swollen with winter begin to sweat. Remind yourself of the torrent erupting from beneath the ice.

That is what it is like to look into His eyes. It’s a freedom beyond description. It’s a freedom that can only be known through an allegory. In fact, it’s a freedom that is too freeing.

Like the sweating streams which were swollen by the breathe of winter your heart will melt. Like the torrent that burst from ‘neath the ice you inner being will come to life.

Be wary the eyes of the Life-giving Liberator, lest their beauty free you.