After two days of double vision and a drug hangover I resumed
my normal routine…back to work…back to work in the stifling heat and swarming
mosquitoes. I wore the sunglasses
they issued…the ones they give old people after cataract surgery. This fashionable eyewear is more akin
to welding goggles or something with which you would view a solar eclipse. In spite of my skepticism I noticed that
my good eye was now my bad eye and my old bad eye could see with amazing
clarity. The clouds were whiter,
the sky bluer and the trees greener.
The blossoming crepe myrtles were the pinkest pinks, the reddest reds
and the most violet violets I’d ever seen. Each blade of grass was distinct
and clearly visible. I had
forgotten how beautiful God’s world was.
Dear Lord Jesus,
Just a note of thanks to You
For such an absolutely astonishing view
Now my sight is not askew. But,
It’s just a reminder to keep my eyes on You.
Amen.
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