The Tribe Stone: When I Saw His Eyes
The Tribe Stone: When I Saw His Eyes Introduction to the Poem This poem was written now, while I’m back at Sundholm — a place that holds both painful and holy memories for me. It’s where I once saw Jesus in a vision so real, His eyes like living crystals, His skin like sunlight on earth, and His presence full of compassionate love. Just days after that encounter, I met my husband — right here. Some people might say I should have chosen someone with money, a "better life." But who AM I to judge and ask for what I dont have to give? I believe there’s a reason God outshined him to me on those stairs that night and told me heres a wing to lie under in safety. I still belive theres A reason we both found each other, even sleeping on the streets, some might say is not the time. But in the storm true love is all that can keep us calm. Now, we're back here again — but this time, we have a room. We’re indoors. And I'm so thankful. People call Him Jesus, or...