When a Blind Man Cries

He sees through our eyes

Building images through our words

Images he feels

More than sees

For the words are all foreign to him

The images misshapen

He feels the sun

Yet knows not what it is

He hears a bird sing

Yet cannot imagine its beauty

He smell flowers

Yet their colors and glory are heavily veiled

He speaks words

Yet can only feel what they are

He has known love

But has never seen the face of love

He sits in a world of his own making

Happy to be part of our world

Yet never totally accepted

When a Blind Man Cries

You know there ain't no sadder tale

When a Blind Man Cries

You know he feels it from his soul

June 21, 2013