Open Your Eye Poem by Rue Palmer

Open your eyes wide enough to see
The morning light trace silver on the tree,
Where dew writes poems in a silent tongue,
And even the wind
  sings soft
    when young.

Open your eyes to the shifting skies,
Where truth floats quiet in a heron's rise.
A cloud may murmur what stars once knew—
That wonder waits
  in the everyday view.

Open your eyes to the child's wide stare,
Catching moons in mason jars of air,
Building castles from forgotten sand,
Holding galaxies
  in one small hand.

Open your eyes to the ache, the fight—
To souls who walk
  the broken night.
There's beauty too in scars and strain,
In shattered voices
  that still remain.

Open your eyes to the ones you pass,
The ones who sleep beneath the grass.
The stories carved in calloused palms—
The hymns of grief,
  the silent psalms.

Open your eyes, not just to gaze,
But to listen deep
  through the everyday haze.
The world is more than what it seems—
It's stitched with pain,
  and stitched with dreams.

Open your eyes—wide enough to find
You weren't just watching from behind.
You're in the frame,
  the dust,
    the flame…
Part of the pattern,
  part of the name.

So open them wide—let vision flood.
Let soul meet soul beneath the mud.
And when you blink, blink slow—enough
To carry all that
  light
    and love.