The Blind
1990
Gnarled hands,
Wrapped round a twisted staff,
Tremble:
Shaken by age
And life,
Clutching the
Warped wood
Which is vision
And life:
Aged hands,
Weakened by time,
You are stronger than I.
Vacant eyes,
Cursed from birth,
Reflectionless,
Misty pools
Sunken in a sea of lines,
Unmindful of the
Careless strand of silvered hair;
Mysterious lights
Roaming back and forth,
Scanning all, but
Seeing nothing:
Sightless eyes,
Darkened since creation,
You see more than I.
And I sit before you,
In wonder,
Listening to your
Dancing voice
Playing out the
Many dramas of life,
Watching your
Ancient form
Move with
Infinite grace,
Despite its frailty;
And I know
That I am the one
Who is weak
And blind.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
— Psalm 139:16