Eye See Poem by Denis Martindale

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From memories of decades past, this toddler understood,
The wondrous sights he saw, at last, so many fine and good.
The knife, and fork, and spoon as well, the plate of food, and more,
And watching TV for a spell, then dreaming as before.
And in my dreams of decades since, the boy became a man,
With revelations to convince what my God has in plan.
So many great things prophesied before they came to be,
Seen through the eyes that lived inside the very heart of me.
My eyes have seen much better days than these that I now live,
When eyesight dimmed down to a haze, my glasses helped me give.
Yet only now, in my old age, I see my dreams reveal
The truth and this now later stage my dreams cannot conceal.
The grey-haired man with glasses on, still typing each new day,
For poetry has never gone and shall not go astray.
Yes, here I sit, and here I write, yes, every chance I get,
With eyes that see by day and night, such that I need not fret.
The Internet helps me survive with food delivered soon,
While other goods, of course, arrive from July until June.
Yet there's no wife who I may kiss, or children of our own,
These are the blessings that I miss as I now live alone.
Yet I still give to charities so others can get blessed,
With future hope, and health, and peace when I get laid to rest.
These eyes of mine have blessed theirs, too, by seeing their sad fate,
Then knowing, yes, I can help you through what I can donate.
Inflation changes every year when high costs take their toll,
Yet revelation makes things clear so I can take control.
When money leaves my credit card, I see it wave goodbye,
Perhaps it's held in high regard when God sees me on high.
If not, I still give what I can to many still in need,
For I still see ahead to plan, by faith, so they succeed.
While charities await my gifts, their updates I receive,
My faithful giving never drifts, since God, I still believe.
For God made me, with eyes to see, the things that must get done,
Thanks to the love of Calvary, I see in Christ His Son.


Denis Martindale. June 2021.