I look but don’t see the real world in front of me. <br />Moments waste away with the details of my day. <br />Do I have enough? How can I get more stuff? <br />Can I have another win or fit in one more sin? <br /> <br />When I look I can’t see <br />What’s important to me. <br />I worship things and seek pleasure. <br />I can’t see what I should treasure. <br /> <br />Then a blind man told me, he lost his sight so he could see. <br />He sees why he conquered grief since his life is all too brief. <br />He sees that everlasting love is true language from above. <br />He sees that darkness is for sleeping, not sorrow and weeping. <br /> <br />His spirit senses kindness and thanks to his blindness, <br />He knows that with vision of heart and mind, <br />It’s only his eyes that will be blind.<br /><br />Gregory Huyette<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blind-sight-2/
