“Five Smooth Stones ”
I dreamed tonight of surgery
For cataracts – then I could see;
It was just like the real thing,
At end of which I could begin –To do my life with clarity,
To walk around this world and see;
O Lord, I thank You for the chance
To see again, to work advance.For to this date I’d hunkered down,
As shingles virus came around
And wrecked my eye – but now I see;
For which, O Lord, I’m praising Thee.I praise You for the team that day;
I praise You for the drugs – their ways
Of keeping problems in their place,
Allowing work for human race.Lord, as the smoke clears in this land,
And as I come to under-stand
Your ways amongst this motley crew,
Help me see clearly what to do.Thanks Lord for this.
“Stu, it’s okay – for being here
With eye restored and outlook cleared,
Has opened up your way indeed
To meet your friends’ and neighbors’ needs.“So Stu, it’s like you said today,
‘It’s bubble-sort, then throw away
The bottom one, for there can’t be
All options there’, you clearly see.“So drop the bottom – “bubble sort” –
Pick up, try out, one task abort,
Until you have five stones quite smooth,
Like those in store, without a groove.”Thanks Lord for this.
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