I’ve just seen a feature of two people, both of them being
blind, but happen to be a couple so deeply in love with each other. Seventeen years
of marriage, and with no kids I must add hasn’t changed a thing between them. What
really attracted my attention though was not their blindness or their love life,
it was their devotion to God. Despite the fact that they couldn’t see a thing,
they didn’t blame anyone, they didn’t ask questions nor did they ever complain.
They thanked God for creating them blind for it led them to one another and
made them even stronger. They might have been blind, but they have seen the
love and sustenance of the lord and have lived to tell the tale. One couldn’t
help shedding tears as they watched them looking at each other unseeingly,
their hearts speaking volumes that their eyes couldn’t. That got me thinking. We
wake up each morning and realize that we can still see, we can talk, we can
walk and above all, we are alive. But has that ever stopped us from bickering? Has
it ever stopped us for blaming God for every little shortfalls and for creating
us with crooked teeth, a slight limp, dark skin and even making us lack in basic
needs? You curse God for letting you walk without shoes, what of those without
feet? To whom will they cry unto? It taught
me a very great lesson on gratefulness and self appreciation. You may not have
much but thank him for that little you have. You have only two pairs of shoes,
some have none. You didn’t have enough to eat, some had none. Be thankful for
every little you get every time you do. It was a lesson I wouldn’t ever get
anywhere else.
I dreamed a dream I dreamed a dream, some night when I was asleep, of castles of gold and towers of bronze. I saw trees that never lost their fruit and hills whose ice never yielded to the heat. I dreamed of a sun that never went down and playtime that never came to an end, stories that did not stop flowing. When I woke up, I found myself in my tower of desolation, with crumbling walls and a disintegrated future. Outside the window I saw trees rendered barren by the overnight storm and hills stripped bare by the merciless sun. When I was young I dreamed a dream that I would never die, but that was before my nightmares grew teeth and started biting. I knew of the tree of love that grew at the centre of the universe but that was before my heart was shattered and blown away a million times. When I was young, I wished to live forever but now, caskets conjure my demons and funeral wails raise my hair. I had a dream, oh I had one, but when I started growing up, and begun seeing the differe...
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