Monday, April 7, 2008

...a blind willingness












be near me when my soul is weak
when my arms begin to falter, and my legs quiver beneath
when blood courses through failing veins
and strength is wearing low

be near me when my senses fail
when my body becomes numb to its surroundings
and time turns into meaningless hands
the tick tock of false desires

be near me when my hope is bare
when my emotions take hold of me and find me lame
the flesh of the world pokes and prodes
and my body can not hold back the pain

be near me when my faith is dry
when i no longer can see the path im following
yet the footprints keep me to a steady rhythm
and i refuse to lose my pride

be near me when my days are numbered
when i finally see my ending minutes
and eternal life meets me eye to eye
beckoning for my very soul














in a constant state of blindness. seeking after truth, but not knowing how far it will lead. holding onto a rope that leads into infinite. my eyes wander. my legs shake and my voice becomes hoarse. yet i will grip onto this rope with all my might. i will walk diligently as calloused hands become my guide. i will cry out as blood drips from my palms. as my eyes burn with intensity.
blindness has led me this far and blindness will lead me through.
a willing heart to follow the way. a passion to follow a path less traveled.

1 comment:

  1. I'd like to give you a big, strong hug.

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