The Gift of Sight
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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
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
A poem from the book “Touching Hearts”
The inspiration for this poem is my heightened appreciation of the wonderful blessing that eyesight is, by virtue of my being partially sighted.
Rather than feeling cheated, I feel I am very fortunate to be able to appreciate the beauty of the world we live in, and to enjoy so many things that a blind person cannot.
For many people who may simply have taken their eyesight for granted, this poem may be a wake-up call for them to stop for a moment, to look at the world afresh through new eyes, and to realise all the wonder and majesty that is out there to be fully and freely enjoyed.
It is oft said that the best things in life are free. Think of your senses, to name but one example. As you read this poem, let your mind be drawn to contemplate the many things, so easily overlooked, but yet which make our lives eminently worth living.
The inspiration for this poem is my heightened appreciation of the wonderful blessing that eyesight is, by virtue of my being partially sighted.
Rather than feeling cheated, I feel I am very fortunate to be able to appreciate the beauty of the world we live in, and to enjoy so many things that a blind person cannot.
For many people who may simply have taken their eyesight for granted, this poem may be a wake-up call for them to stop for a moment, to look at the world afresh through new eyes, and to realise all the wonder and majesty that is out there to be fully and freely enjoyed.
It is oft said that the best things in life are free. Think of your senses, to name but one example. As you read this poem, let your mind be drawn to contemplate the many things, so easily overlooked, but yet which make our lives eminently worth living.
