Saturday, November 27, 2010

For the Sight of Grace

I did not know that I was blind
Thought I saw enough through my mind
Yet others saw it and reported
But I ignored what was recorded
Because to see this thing so clearly
Was to make what I loved dearly
Be open to attack so savagely
That I feared it would damage me
Beyond repair, how could I ask
That you carry me through this task?
Oh, how clever I thought I was
To put what could have been on pause
Truth is, I’m not a good liar
Except to myself, if required
And so I gambled and I lost
And I lied about what it cost
My eyes have opened, you would find
I did not know that I was blind