Reflected light passing through air,
through membrane and humor,
on retina falls;
sensory cells transform that light
to signals electric
for optic nerve travel
into my brain, where other cells
turn upside-down pictures
to images clear;
and I can see, all un-amazed,
the bright forms and colors
in flawless 3-D.
No light reflects, no signals pass
from me to the Watcher
who fashioned my eyes.
His presence fills heaven and earth,
His pow'r energizes
the works of His mind.
He knows my thoughts, He holds my heart,
He judges my motives
with mercy and love.
For I am His and He is mine
through uncounted eons --
my Savior and I.
MNA
9/13/2022
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