Blind

It is a cruel punishment
For I live by smell & sound;
The world of beauty is closed to me--
There is darkness all around.

The mornings now are miserable
That once gave me such delight
For what is a morning you can't see?
Its worse than the darkest night.

I can't see the golden sunshine
I can't see the hues of the flowers
I can see neither dawn nor dusk
Nor the softly twinkling stars.

I don't hear the sound of my voice
For I never have anything to say;
I revel in memories & dreams;
I can't tell night from day.

I can't overcome my misery
Even though I try so much;
I don't know my own family
Except by their voice & touch.

But I realise, this is a test
Its pain, I must endure
For though God took away my sight
He gave me something more.

I can hear the wind sing in the vale
I know what the whispering trees say
And the musical gush of the waterfall
Which I never heard to this day.

The cry of a wounded animal
So helpless-it makes me sigh.
I don't miss those sights now
For I can see them in my mind's eye.

I can be happy now
For to mourn is futile;
I must bear what I must
So I'll bear it with a smile.