28 Aug

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When I was born, I was blind.

I cried out for help.

And an angel came to save me.

She wrapped me in a blanket to keep the cold at bay, and fed me milk to stave off hunger.

For every need she brought an answer.

And every ailment she nursed away.

She doted on me with such affection that I was left in no doubt that I must be very special.


And because I couldn’t see myself or my surroundings, I relied on her eyes at first.

Through them I could tell I was exquisitely beautiful and saw that the world was a kind and gentle place graced with soft touches and soothing sounds.


Years passed, and all the while this angel nurtured me diligently until I was ready to leave her and make my way in life alone.

By this time she’d taught me to see for myself and her tender gaze had imbued my sight with a love so sweet that I beheld everything I saw with an ineffable reverence.

Bathed in the light of an angel, I headed out to meet my future.



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