Seeing the Flowers

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.