I have always been nearsighted. Additionally I have had other visual challenges over time.
But I see with everything I can and perhaps appreciate with joy the simple things more physically sighted people take for granted and miss.
And I have the most wonderful guide in my husband, who has exceptional distance vision. In fact, he can see at such a great distance that we believe he must be an alien.
When he looks up into the sky, sometimes it appears to be with longing, as if he is remembering some place he has been before that is somewhere out there … somewhere far distant to me, but near to him.
I often ask him if his people are calling him. He only smiles knowingly and points out where the moon, stars and planets are.
When I see the moon or sun, he reminds me how many millions of miles away it is and tells me that is much better than 20/20 vision. I am comforted by the thought.
He promises me he won’t leave earth without me, but acknowledges he has no control over such things.
However, he has assured me I can follow by taking “the second star to the right and straight on to morning.”
I think Ralph Waldo Emerson was right. The stars remind us of The City of God that is out there, inhabited not by strangers, but all those we have loved and have yet to love.
It is Home. I can see it! And one day it will be even clearer.
“If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown!
But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson