Our Lens, Our Friends Poem by Denis Martindale

From times gone by, each human eye
Has dimmed its daylight gaze,
Thus extra reason we could cry
At what would once amaze...
Beneath our eyebrows gently curled,
Eyes grant us dignity,
To see all things like scrolls unfurled,
Both eyes in harmony...

As time goes by, sight goes awry,
The focus not as clear
And yet no matter how we try,
Things aren't as they appear...
Such sights no longer quite complete,
Though God's light's still supplied,
The food we eat looks not so sweet,
It's somewhat mistified...

As time moves on, Man's learnt the truth
Of optic sciences,
Such that we've found the living proof
That eyes see less and less...
To see one's hands as outstretched blurs
Takes confidence away,
Not knowing how to cope then spurs
The active mind to pray...

As time has shown, Man's prone to moan
When God won't heal us all,
Such that we sometimes feel alone,
Now humbled, feeling small...
Yet eyesight tests have helped us cope
Through brand new spectacles,
To grant new focus and new hope
Like magic miracles...

As time from birth to death is worth
Much more as we grow old,
We cherish life upon this Earth,
Esteeming it like gold...
Our lens, our friends... Reflect on this...
Each lens is customised,
Such that we feel a sense of bliss
That's rarely realised...

With sight renewed, find gratitude
That you can read this verse,
I pray that God will bless your mood
As each new day occurs...
God made the Sun, God made the Moon,
God made the stars that shine,
God made each blessing and each boon,
God made your eyes and mine...