A Single Eye

The light of the body is the eye: therefore when thiine eye is single, thy whole body also is full of light. (Jesus - Luke 11:34a)

To have this single eye
Is my heart's only goal,
To fix my gaze upon
The lover of my soul.

To see not circumstance
Nor the storm around me rage,
Content with fixéd gaze
As a dove within its cage

Sees nought but love's desire,
The object of its heart,
So I would look to Thee
From the very start.

One window in the side
Of Noah's diluvial ark
Serves as an outward sign
To which my soul would hark.

And I will have this eye
That sees but things above,
That sees celestial scenes
And the object of its love.

Jacob, Was It Jesus?

Jacob, did you wrestle with a man that night alone?
Did you wrestle in the darkness 'til the breaking of the dawn?
Was it God with whom you wrestled, of whom you'd not let go?
Tell me, Jacob, was it Jesus, and with us can it be so?

Can we touch him and compel him not to leave us, not to go?
Can we hold him through the night until the morning light doth show?
Will he touch us as he touched you in the hollow of your thigh?
Will he take away our strength? Will we halt as we walk by?

Will he speak as he spoke to you when he asked of you your name?
Will he give to us a new one that we never be the same?
I think I know the answer but must ask of you again -
O, Jacob, was it Jesus? Can we go where you have been?