Eyes that see. I serve in a ministry at my church that allowed
me to meet a woman that exemplifies boldness of spirit when it comes to living
life. It seems that she attempts to do just about whatever she wants to do. She
may be even more bold that I in the things she takes on in life. See…she has
eyes but she can’t see. She once had vision but at a certain point in her life she
lost her eye-sight. I can only imagine what it would be like for me to lose my
eye-sight after having it all these years. Though I’m learning to get better at
it when necessary, I absolutely hate having to depend on anyone to do for me.
And that’s how I see myself if I didn’t have vision—totally dependent on others
for something. Even now I’m struggling to write about this because I really
don’t know what else to say. I contemplate a lot and I think that’s what was
going on with me when I wrote this poem (below) a few years ago. I think it
sums up best what I want to say on the subject, but not before asking you to be
thankful for your eye-sight….
If The
Lights Ever Went Out
…I sometimes wonder how I’d function If the windows to my soul
No longer took in light
I wonder just how much of my character
Would remain….
Would my life suddenly stand still?
If the windows to my soul—
Suddenly became darkened
Would there be a new me?
Is my soul the mere reflection of what is seen
On the outside of my windows
Or should the soul be reflecting something
From a much deeper place...
Something not produced by the externals?
My prayer—that my lights never go out
And may those who observe the windows to my soul
Always see past the reflection of my environment
Copyright © 2009 by Charlotte R. Beard
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