Unseen Blessing

In the darkness of our own despair,

We long for light to penetrate the air.

Blind to the beauty surrounding us,

We stumble through life without a fuss.

But in our blindness, a blessing lies,

A chance to see with spiritual eyes.

To glimpse the hidden holiness,

In the ordinary, in the mess.

Nature whispers of a higher power,

In every tree, in every flower.

A metaphor for inner sight,

To see the world in a different light.

Moments of grace pierce through the dark,

A spark of hope, a vital spark.

Christ's eyes behold us, pure and true,

Restoring our vision, making all things new.

So let us embrace our unseen blessing,

And open our hearts to the sacred guessing.

For in our blindness, we may find,

A deeper truth, a clearer mind.