One Man's Truth

the moments I see you in the last representation, my eyes speak only truths — an assignment that bestows upon me. I seek not salvation, but the glorious mountains that render me full. the eyes before are not mine, but they guide me through the pastures — green they are — and the creeks lead me away from myself. I eat from your hand, and bite the gift that sends me free — away from my own existence and closer to my shining disclosure of one man’s truth.