The Gift of Sight
What would life be like without the gift of sight,
Imprisoned in a world of permanent night?
Have you e'er stopped to ponder a theme such as this,
Grasping the immensity of all we would miss?
The delicate beauty of a flower, its petals unfurled;
The many scenic wonders of our so diverse world -
Oceans pounding the coastline, a cascading waterfall,
The snow-capped summits of towering mountains so tall;
The scorching noon-day sun blazing down from the skies;
The inquisitiveness in a little child's eyes;
The radiant bride and proud husband, their bliss unconcealed,
Their heartfelt vows of love by a tender kiss sweetly sealed.
The myriad of colours could not thrill the heart,
Nor could we enjoy reading, or viewing works of art;
Monuments to man's achievements could not inspire,
Even the opposite sex we could not admire;
And into our loved ones' faces we could not gaze at all,
Ne'er seeing their smiles, furrowed brows nor their teardrops fall.
Yes, our lives truly are enriched to a major degree
By everything all around we are privileged to see,
And considering these things it is surely only but right
That we thank the God of creation for the priceless gift of sight.
© Ian Caughey