Some eyes can look at us and say nothing, they can be as ice,  cold as metal, sharp as swords, dark as night, painful as a loss. Or they can look with a warm look, huge as the sea, vast as infinity, tender as a flower, delicate as love, and they can give so much, that I ask myself:
 What will the look of the Spirit look like ? 
 Only the one who prays and meditates, will know.