He sees the light, Father.

Paediatricians tell us

that he can’t really see much

in the early weeks.

We’re a bit of a blur,

But he sees light.

The light from a window,

the light in the ceiling,

the light from the television,

Attract his attention.

He turns his head to look,

and his gaze is held by the light.

You are my light, Father.

Sometimes I feel that life is a blur.

I find it difficult

to discern,

to differentiate,

to distinguish.

But when I turn to the light—

to you—

That’s all the clarity I need.

In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. (John 1: 4–5, NIV)


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