The Man with the Eyes of God

I met him first in a darkened room

Of the Club called Heaven’s Lair,

You wouldn’t look at him twice, in fact

You’d swear that he wasn’t there,

He’d sunk right into a corner lounge

And you’d think it rather odd,

He sat there facing the wall, and stared,

The Man with the Eyes of God.

 

I’d drank at the bar a dozen times

But I’d never seen him round,

A patron pointed him out to me

His lips not making a sound,

He turned a beer mat over, then

He nudged, and gave me the nod,

Scribbled a note that said, ‘That’s him!

The Man with the Eyes of God.’

 

I smirked, and carried my drink across

Though the patron said, ‘Beware!’

Approached the back of the lounge to see

When the man just said, ‘Stop there!

Don’t venture into my vision, or

You will see what you should not,

Your blood will curdle within your veins

And your heart will surely stop.’

 

I stopped, and sat to the rear of him

Behind, and off to his right,

‘They tell me you have a precious gift

To do with the Maker’s sight.’

‘It’s not a gift, it’s a curse,’ he said

‘That I’ve laboured with for years,

For God sent me for your history,

And lent me his eyes and ears.’

 

‘He wanted to know what you had done

Since he last went past this way,

And scattered the Tower of Babel by

Confusing your tongues that day,

He hadn’t wanted to interfere

For he gave you all free will,

So sent me as his emissary

To report both good and ill.’

 

‘And what have you told almighty God,

The truth, or a pack of lies?’

‘I haven’t needed to tell, he sees

The truth through both of his eyes,

I feel the sense of his discontent

At you breaking all his laws,

Polluting his beautiful planet

With the scourge of your endless wars.’

 

‘So what does he plan to do with us,’

I whispered there in the gloom,

‘Does he plan to come and punish us,

Will our God be calling soon?’

‘His spirit has always been right here,

It’s embedded in the earth,

In every tree and the mighty sea

In rain, and the gift of birth.’

 

‘You’ll feel the wrath of his discontent

In a thousand days of drought,

In ice that clings to your window-sills

In floods that you can’t keep out,’

He turned his head and he looked at me

And I cringed at his vacant nod,

For blood lay thick on each cheek, where he

Had put out the Eyes of God!

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[BlackRose]

WOW, drew me in from the moment I started reading. Get's undr your skin. So powerful in the words displayed. This is what I've said to some others (in my world away from here) about the sunamis, tornados, and such more frequent and getting worse it seems that this is payback for what's carelessly being done to this beautiful earth he, God created. But what's happening won't shamefully change anytime soon or who knows whenever. As always a pleasure reading and phenomenal write my friend. :o)

[TPK Stories]

Great job David! I felt the "eyes of God" looking down on me as I read this.

[Rene Velez]

BEEN AWAY TOO LONG DAVID!!! excellent piece here, amazing I should say...a gripping read from beginning to end, the rhyme impeccable, glad I stopped by...Masterful.

[Marie]

I actually felt a chill when I finished this.
Reminds me of a story by Stephen King, and also a movie: "The Man With the X-Ray Eyes..."

[roarke]

Just the title alone brings an onslaught of visions and scenarios. A mortal with immortal eyes, the consequence would be over whelming. Yet the interaction with other mortals is how you have portrayed it here. Frightening and yet, you just know you can't look away.

[Arrinae]

I did enjoy this tale, though it has nothing to do with religion. It is just proof that there are many dark and horrid things that no man shall ever be ready to see. If I had the eyes of a deity, as the man in this does, I'd likely do the very same as he, lest I go insane from the visages I percieve.

Very well written and very well told! Thank you for sharing.

[Tate Morgan]

Well now so thats what is responsible for this damn weather lol Well I dont suppose Our behavior will change anytime soon So we can expect a cold cold life

[Baby Ricochet]

I always figured God must have been drinking the day he gave man free will

[Vincent Moore]

Nothing like looking into the eyes of God to hear the truths of our shortcomings and future here on earth. We see for ourselves the shift in climates, we feel its wrath. Your poem as always leaves your reader with much to think about, well done, bravo sir.