Read my letter to the old folks, and give my love to them,
and tell my brothers to be always watching unto prayer, and when the good old ship of Zion comes along, to be ready to step aboard
Integrity is doing the right thing, even when no one is watching.
C. S. Lewis
Are we ever truly alone, left to our own devices, quirks, likes, dislikes. . .
Are we scrutinized, analyzed, picked apart and studied by hidden eyes?
Do we hide away feeling safe in the stillness of what it means to be alone. . .
With the quiet seeping into our veins, offering a soothing comfort–
Where freedom is allowed to soar?
Are we lost in the silence of one?
Either pulling a welcoming blanket close, warding off the chill of frosty glances–
Or do we grow uncomfortable with perspiring nerves from heated examinations?
We are watched over before we are even born.
Monitored, measured and observed. . .
Wondered about, marveled over and hoped for. . .
Yet we grow constantly eagerly independent,
fighting any and all watchful care.
Hidden secrets kept from those who see.
Struggling to hide away from prying eyes.
Yet there will always be two who see. . .
Two watchful ones who know. . .
Ourselves and our Creator—
The question remains, are we comfortable with either set of watchful eyes?
He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord watches over you—
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
The Lord will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.