We are like
old dogs
with cataracts.

Eyes glazed over,
grey film haze,
we wander
unseeing,
automatically,
by habit.

We know our paths.

As long as
nothing changes
we are good.

As soon as
something happens
we hit our heads.

We’ve gotten so used to
our lives being the same
that they have
become the same

We no longer use our eyes.
They’ve become vestigial.
They’ve become unnecessary.

We no longer see
anything.

We no longer notice
that nothing is
ever the same.

Lord, I ask for new eyes
for all of us
that we may see
Your creation
anew.
Give us the eyes of a new day
of beginning
of hope
of trust,
that we may become
truly alive
again.

Amen.