Light.So many types.
Light and dark, bright and dull.
I have no words for these things.
Which color is blue?
So this is a sky.
Motion.So many movements.
People hurdling, hurdling, hurdling by.
Voices question, threaten, accuse.
I hear the anger, the fear, in the voices.
Now the feelings have faces.
A face stops.
A face I could not have seen,A face I know.
I know His voice, the man called Jesus.
The man they say feeds, heals, makes whole.
The man who mended me.
He calls himself the Christ.
I was blind.
Now I see.