If these blue eyes could talk

I have blues eyes, when I am angry these eyes turn to an icey silverish blue flecked with red. When I am sad they are the bluest of blues with a hint of tears. When I am happy or joyful they turn a greenish hazel colour.

These eyes have been through a lot. Would would they say if they could talk?
Would they tell someone about the bruises on the lady at the bus stop? Would they feed the homeless man eating from the dumpster? Would these eyes take a stand and shout out against the civil wars in Africa? Would these eyes comfort a broken hearted mother after her son hung himself in his basement last week? Would these eyes have shown him love before it was too late?

Would these eyes admit that they had seen my best friends husband kissing another woman? Would they reach out and say to the ladies working on the corner that they are worthy to be loved? Would these eyes even walk over to the kids shooting up in the alley and tell them that there is a better way? Would these eyes joke with someone who needed to laugh? Would they try to dry the tears that fell? Would they hold you in their arms until the pain is gone? Would they even stand for something instead of falling for nothing? OR would they offer a shoulder, a helping hand, a comforting word, a prayer, an open ear or even a smile?

No. All my eyes can do is look. They can't speak, walk, hold, jump. All the eyes can do is see.

But to see, that should be enough. Not to just look and walk away. But to reach out. To use the body that God gave us and use it to the full. The world has enough eyes that can see...but is their any bodys?