Mercy Tolentino Steenwyk

“I see the Eye that sees it all
Between clouds and on our own
Amidst the peaks
And music caught
In the falling
A pattern so intricate
I see a leaf
I see my mother’s veil
I see the Eye that sees it all
Gilded amidst the darkest blue
And the brightest white
I tried to touch
The drop of gold
It melted away
All over me and
The world.

I see the Eye that sees it all
In between twigs, leaves and trees
Amidst towering pines
And outstretched oaks
Of children
Of passers-by
Of farmers on the other side
So light so warm
I lived. I died.

I see the Eye that sees it all.”