As I'm a bit under the weather, a very advent poem from 2004, based on Matthew 9:27-31. It can be understood as literal or metaphorical, or indeed both. The quote above I came across trying to find something suitable in a picture, and isn't it so true that we take sight so much for granted, and so little as a gift?
In Astronomy Club, when we have visiting cubs, one of the questions is what you can use to look at the night sky? We have telescopes, binoculars, cameras etc, but almost always needing prompting for that one means they all have - eyes. I say to them "everyone in this room has this", and at that point the penny drops, and (in a metaphorical sense), their eyes are opened and they can see.
The Gift of Sight
In darkness, we stumbled and fell
Trapped in our very personal cell
Unable to see, a world of darkness
Landscapes unseen like wilderness
And we cried for pity, gift of sight
We might once gaze upon the light
He heard our cry, and sight returned
Eyes opened, such faith unearned
It was as if shadow passed away
Upon that brilliant light of day.
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