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I have mentioned this before…yes, it’s something many of you have heard…
without my glasses…when I look around…my vision is quite blurred.

I suppose that’s why in life…I love the color grey…
walking in the fog…and paintings by Monet.

Walking on the beach the other morning…they sky changed from blue to grey
and when the fog settled over us it was like walking in a painting by Monet.

Once the fog surrounded us Deborah said, “I forgot how beautiful the fog can be.”
I smiled and reminded her…without my glasses…this is the world I see.

Then Deborah…hoping for more height…stepped upon a fallen log…
and pointed into the distance saying…”Is that a pelican in the fog?”

The beauty of seeing a pelican in the fog for me…to her I quickly exclaimed…
is with or without the fog…that pelican looks the same.

When I was young I thought of my blurred vision as a reason for discontent…
something to feel sorry for…a handicap to lament…

But as I’ve grown older…perhaps I’ve also grown a little more wise…
because I’ve come to see my blurred vision as a blessing in disguise…

Deborah finds beauty in that pelican in the fog…only when fog comes her way…
but I’ve been blessed to find pelicans in the fog, anytime of any day.

Which makes me stop and give thanks every now and then…that the creators found a way
to create me not with perfect eyes…but with the eyes of Claud Monet

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