The Blind Man's Miracle

Maybe a luxury to some,

For most, it’s just another thing,

Save for the blind man,

To him Light, is a word with no meaning

Unknown, foreign,

Something strange and unfamiliar

Yet we take it for granted,

Its brilliance is priceless,

The glory we know it to be,

And still,

We the bearers of this knowledge,

Never cease to see it,

Never absorb the beauty,

And be grateful,

Because for the blind man,

Light is a miracle,

He will never see.