BLIND MAN

poem by: John Pegg
Written on Mar 05, 2018

'I see!' said the blind man,
'But my white stick gets in the way.
Was it truth that you showed me.
Or was it your tempter's tongue at play?'

'I hear your message,' signed the deaf man.
'It fills my ears with music crystal clear.
Such majestic sounds appear Heaven bound.
But is it merely the blood pounding in my ears?'

'I run with you,' whispered the lame man.
'Keep abreast to hear your every word.
The truth filled me until my crippled limbs stirred.
But others around say I should doubt you.
Is it you or they who are in fact absurd?'

'I rationalise!' cried the madman.
'See what you say is undeniable true.
An imperfect world around me viewed anew.
I, perhaps just a dreamer, you a deluded fool?
Maybe in reality, the madness lies in you?'

'I hear you call!'sighed the dead man
'Hear you wake me from my eternal sleep.
Hear you offer me a brand new beginning
An eternal place where no decay can creep.
Limbs stir, feel my heart resume a steady beat.
But my soul has wandered much too far.
Lost amongst the distant stars.
To arise and an appointment with you to keep.'

'I am hope, truth and love,' preached the good-man.
Everything I say to you is true.
Not mere fantasies conjured from the ocean blue.
For I am made from the humble clay like you.
What I've seen is not a dream.
I offer you the gift of hope.
But I can only bid you follow.
My candle is lit for all to view.
You may follow close behind me
Until the new dawn's light we see.
Or you may wander in the outer darkness.
Inhabiting an empty universe of only you.

 

Tags: Faith, Deep,

Add Comment


A previous user commented on Mar 05, 2018 at 10:23pm
Oh wow, I really like this one... It has inspired me :)
Fadrian Bartley commented on Mar 08, 2018 at 5:27pm
i like your poetry

 

 

More by John Pegg

...
Eleanor, My Love.

poem by John Pegg

The house loves you Eleanor, as soon as you came. It only had to see you Eleanor, hear your very name. And within its structure, it knew you loved it the same. You belonged to the house, Eleanor, it wants your very soul. To posses... Read more

...
Earth Abides

poem by John Pegg

There are weeds and grasses growing now, Where the roses used to be. The trees are wild and wanton, Where once flowers bloomed fair and free. A wild woodland, a rank and rampant waste. The verdant vegetation has long forgotten, ... Read more