Pleasant View’s night sky is a pleasant view, indeed. Stars shine brighter in the sticks and the darkness abroad invites more. Traveling westward from Nashville to the small town dispels both city lights and city-life: distractions. Curiously, the absence of light illuminates my blindness in the presence thereof. You could say that stars, for me, simulate the pool of Siloam.
Jesus benefitted many a blind man; peers questioned the renewed sight of one man in particular. This man proclaimed,
“The man called Jesus made mud and anointed my eyes and said to me, ‘Go to Siloam and wash’, So, I went and washed and received my sight”
This man washed his eyes, blind, and dried off seeing. Likewise, starlight washes my eyes and illuminates Earth’s beauty. Comparatively, creation’s veil lifts, and her eyes mirror mine. No few nights have I gazed at the heavens and admired her worth, intrinsic and imprinted by her Creator.
That night in Pleasant View, the celestial lights lit the sky and woke my mind. Prior to, I was conscious; thereafter, I was aware.