Seeing the Flowers
We were parked in Blanchardstown shopping centre this afternoon
when Maura suddenly noticed beautiful yellow flowers in the hedge.
I was really thrilled.
She had cataracts removed last week and the week before
and now everything is brighter
and should grow even more so, please God.
Things were even amazingly clear enough to read the number plate
of the car in front of us on the M50.
This is already unprecedented clarity for Maura
who has always needed thick glasses for driving
and even then all was dim, dull and dangerous.
It’s like in that fascinating Gospel passage where Jesus cures a blind man
and his sight comes back but only gradually.
Mary, Cause of our Joy.