I met Jesus in a dream.
He had pale blue eyes.
Blue?
They saw to my soul and accepted me,
making my school days easier to bear.
My parents fretted and doubted,
the headmistress said,
take yourself in hand!
Blind to reason,
I hid in the reflection
which I had placed
in his eyes.
© Valerie Taylor
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