Eyes to See

I am surrounded by beautiful things. A home that sparkles at night like a Thomas Kinkade painting. Autumn leaves. A wife who knows how to make homemade chicken burritos with tomatillo salsa. Three little girls who think their Daddy hung the moon. Gabrial Faure's "Pavane" playing on the stereo.

"So much beauty around us, but just two eyes to see," Rich sang years ago.

Colors. Sounds. Smells. Feelings.

Sure, this world has more than its share of ugly and evil, but that's not all this world has. It has beauty and grace -- little flickers of it sometimes -- giant, blinding flashes of it other times.

So much depends on whether or not I have eyes to see.