11 December 2012 "Eyes"

I went for a stroll with a blind man the other day,

and I led him to my favorite bench.

As we sat down, he spoke in a voice strained with wisdom and longing.

“I have been blind all my life.” he said

And I nodded to soak in his words.

He told me stories of whimsy and mischief

And I yearned to understand his world.

Suddenly it all sounded slightly familiar,

As the leaves from the trees caused a shady rebellion.

When he turned his head to the beautiful runner,

I realized

How sad it is that our eyes

Should not be what we use to see.