Hosanna in the highest:
The eye is a catacomb of halos.
Within these shining rings lie the secret of all perception:
Brief, shaded, shaped by experience,
Warped by time and by grief:
Restored by heat and light.
The eye is that most miraculous of all organs:
Milton's window on the soul
Is the Throne of Pure Majesty.
When the world jumps toward you
With renewed clarity,
You are born again
Into aching color and pointillist perfection.
Glory to All That Is:
Light and life have come home to her,
And her insight is now restored
To its outward twin.