They said my eyes were a beautiful colour
I turned away, lest they saw the emptiness reflected.
My life was callously reduced to one long, dark night,
I stare ahead, perceiving only darkness unlimited.
My friends exclaim in wonder at the waterfall
their joyous voices resonate in my ears as I wait alone.
I can see neither the water nor the lush green valley
my wait is painful, as I ache to see all His creation.
I hear my wife’s voice in the distance, and her laughter
I long to see her smiling face and her dimpled cheeks
to see my sons play, fall and bruise their knees
fall, rise and grow into men , oh all this I wish to see.
My little son comes running to me, “Papa for you” he says
“It’s a beautiful red rose”, and he embraces me warmly.
Red rose or yellow, it’s the embrace that matters to me
suddenly I’m filled with warmth, inexplicably lovely.
Now the balmy summer breeze is rejuvenating
the laughter around me is music, a sweet symphony.
I feel my wife’s hand on my shoulder, what peace!
and then I see it, love makes a blind man see.