In my travels I marvel God’s gifts.
Such joy in me, God’s love touched.
The wonders of nature explored.
The touch of God’s hand without doubt.
I was a seasoned traveller
before I travelled far.
Words when read, so vivid.
The mind translates into images.
I see God’s gift to me.
A thousand times more precious.
For before I travelled,
words read, my mind saw the wonders.
This plateau of reality,
a story forms into pictures.
The mind paints the words,
in vivid colours bursting to life.
When my eyes become dim with age,
My hope, this gift remains.
The words once read will be as clear.
The images once formed, as vivid as ever.
By C.E. Pereira