Men of vision see
many a physical defect
in others and around
blind men have yet to see
Nonetheless I believe,
oblivious to blemishes abound,
blind men have seen many
spiritual gifts and treasures
men of vision will never see
within and without
for it is the very physicality
of their inconsistent blinking light
occupied with the visible wrong in the right
that emblinds them
Melting, like a candle near the sun,
teary, distorted, sad and wailing
their inner peace is an abandoned child
yearning stillness in sound, yet lost
pointing and accusing its self made
noise, judgments and crowds
Quietly orbiting beyond the realm of sight,
faith, cometh by hearing
and need not
the self-righteous I, a certain light
only blind men can see