By A Disciple
There, among sightless men,
Open-eyed ....I stood singing,
And the throat of me swelled in the singing,
Chanting the unsurpassed hymnals of God.
The Poet re-risen;
Urging His eloquent lyrics,
Fashioned to rouse the blind;
Making blind audiences witnesses.
So, with a truth-flamed fervor,
Songs with the power
To lift the lashes and lids of the sightless
Open-eyed I stood singing;
Till vision came bursting upon them,
Like a deluge of petalled light;
Till beauty came hurting their eyes
...Sightless men no longer.
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