Appreciation

You have to become blind, to know the value of sight.
So the saying goes, and you come to know it's true!
When you could walk around, busy as a bee might,
No time to spare, no places gone, no ideas to strew,
When you felt, if there was a moment's rest,
That would be a gift sent from The Father in heaven,
You see a new horizon to reach, to climb a new crest.
You are left to hope, that your rest will be even.

Then you are laid down, forcibly, like your Father bade,
You and your cot, a partnership compulsorily made,
And that, from your breathlessness, becomes a shade.

And, you appreciate, the beauty, the richness, all around,
You appreciate, what in that rest, you now have found,
You appreciate, that your Father keeps you safe and sound!