Riding on the crest of success <br />always confers blindness <br />on man saddled with ignorance <br />like a bat flushed out of its nest <br />by a gushing gale to confront bright <br />rays of sunlight of a vivacious day <br />stripped of gloomy clouds <br /> <br />A slip, a sudden fall <br />a temporary kiss of the dust <br />a tonic for the great and mighty <br />being a guest in the valley of dry bones <br />and all lions, all hyenas <br />and all vultures vanish <br /> <br />A little taste of ill-fortune <br />is an ample measure of salt <br />to a pot of soup yearning <br />earnestly for seasoning <br />a whiff of it restores sight <br />so, the blind, receive your sight <br />now or forever remain foolish <br />even as your bones wear new breath <br />and new flesh. <br /> <br />(C) Chris Jibero. 2009.<br /><br />Chris Jibero<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/receive-your-sight/
