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A Prayer for Myopia Lord, let me perceive clearly those who are close to me, who register with me through my physical senses. Let me recognize in the stomping foot of this truculent child, an indirect request for the reasonable comfort of sympathy in the face of unmet expectations. Indeed, this stance I understand all too well, having never outgrown the juvenile need for the world to be presented in some semblance of sense. Lord, let me not see the forest for the trees. Rather, let me admire the tree directly before me; let me run my fingers over its rough bark, inhale the aura of its decaying autumn leaves. Lord, let me impassively endure the abuse of my superiors who cast my "detail-oriented approach" as a personal failure to "see the big picture". Lord, purge from me all visions of the big picture, for in that vision I see only a void, lacking color, absent of sound, bereft of joy. I see in the grand scheme an oblivion of death, or worse yet, a finite life in an utter dearth of meaning. Lord, let me find an infinity of distraction in the near field of my vision. Let my children's shouting fill my ears and drown out the overwhelming silence lurking just beyond the limits of my sight. |
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A Prayer for Myopia David Keffer Knoxville, TN September 26, 2014 |