God, if I lose my sight I will always carry in my mind the vision of my newborn son, the look of passion from my wife, the sunset over the Shenandoah Valley from the Blue Ridge, the look of unqualified love from my mother, and the peaceful and unseeing expression from her dead eyes as she lay in that cursed hospital bed.
If I lose my ears, I will always carry in my mind, the sound of my children’s laughter, the music of Bach and Led Zeppelin, the songs of birds, and the stern and scolding voice of my father. If I lose my sense of smell, I’ll carry the memory of fresh baked bread, the intoxicating body scent of desire from my lover, wildflowers and honeysuckle.
Should I ever lose my taste; the sweetness of chocolate will still persist, as will the succulence of rare cooked steak. I will not forget the flavor of Armelinda’a kiss. If sensation ever deserts me, my mother’s embrace will keep me warm. My father’s hand, strong and calloused, will enfold mine as he leads me to where I need to go. The gentle caress of my bride will assure me that I am wanted.
If I should ever lose all these things by the cruel trick of a brain ailment, then I know that they will be reawakened in all their glory and poignancy when I am finally face to face with you, my Father and my Creator.
Lord, I am ready. Take me whenever it may please you.