I can’t see.
Pea soup fog lies thickly,
Heavily over my mind’s eye,
Preventing vision.
I squint, but nothing changes.
No thought comes;
No imagination percolates.
I am dull, weighed down,
Muddled,
Confused.
What is this thing
That lies so heavily in my soul?
What lack of insight blocks clarity and purpose?
Lethargy cripples movement.
Worry skirts lazily
On the edge of consciousness
Then silently slips away,
Scarcely noticed.
I want nothing.
I plan nothing.
Dull sleep finds its way into consciousness
And takes its turn.
Oblivion feels neither good nor bad
And when consciousness emerges
I am not rested.
But on waking
A thought of God
Slips through the fog -
A tiny ray of light, just for a moment.
And I try to pray.
The light grows stronger
Pushing back on the fog
Sharpening the edges of my thoughts -
Barely perceptibly,
But hope is ignited.
With hope comes a plan
And I ask for prayer.
Relief is instantaneous.
Evil flees
And freedom reigns.
My sight is restored.
Read more articles by Ruth Thoutenhoofd or search for articles on the same topic or others.
