I am an Opposite

I should be groping dots

But shapes I can see;

I should see black spots,

But you allow hues to delight me.

Now I look at things in a light anew,

For this I say thank you.

The film shows little space,

Something fluid, out of place.

Reminiscence wouldn’t be my gift,

Yet events are written clearly, my mind I sift.

You work in mysterious ways, it’s true.

For that, I say thank you.

If I am anything, I am an opposite.

You know what You’re doing. I’m sure of it.

So I journey on, fearing not the road ahead,

And if I tremble, surely You’d wash away my dread.

You’ve got a plan, so I look to You,

As I journey on I’ll say thank you.