Doctor my eyes - help me if you can.

Thanks to Jackson Brown for today's title - not sure what to do with it, here but I will try my best to use it as a springboard.

My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord in the shafts of silver sunlight streaming down from pewter clouds. It is a sight that never fails to make me ask Him, "when, Lord are you returning for your people?"

My eyes have also seen so much sadness, the tears of a child, as fear or pain takes away their natural joy. ( yes I believe JOY was meant to be our natural state) When you are sad I am sad too, for my world is about you. If I were alone that is not a world, that is a prison and I can not return there. I am in the world to beautify the world and there is no greater beauty than a happy face, a contented soul, a spirit free from worry, doubt, fear. Where I can, I will sow seeds of security, and say words of blessing and comfort, for the world is sorely lacking such.

My eyes have stared into a wall and seen nothing, remaining out of focus, so as to let the mind wander and release all the cares that were buzzing about my head like a swarm of bees on a field of flowers in the heat of summer.

My eyes when I die will be donated for use by another, for I believe the gift of sight is precious beyond valuation. My father's eyes were donated, and I hope that what they saw after he stopped using them was beauty, and a smiling face.