The Blind

Written in 2004 for a Christmas card for a friend.

As I wander through these woods
It is now so clear to me
I did not see the forest
for all the trees

I have a precious gift
but a moment of your time
Is it true that I squander
What might possibly be mine

The blind man does beseech  me
of these colors that may be
I share with him his loss
because though I have looked
I have never seen

As I wander through this life
It is now so clear to me
I can not see this moment
for the day that lies before me

Reviews

[Jessica Lynn Polley]

This poem brought me to tears...I do not know how to explain but it is very personal to me. Sometimes I feel like I spend so much time looking for something that I fail to see what is around me and I miss so much, and you can just never get those moments back.

I have this aching need to feel, understand, and create and sometime it is all consuming. So consuming in fact that it becomes that much harder for me to portray and it is that feeling the rips me apart.

Have you ever read something and felt that you were better because of that fact that you read it? Well that is what this poem has done for me. It has helped to shed a little bit of light and perspective on the way I feel just to know that I am not the only one that feels it.

My greatest fear is to look without seeing and to die with out living. I want you to know that this poem means a lot to me.

[Jamie R. Robillard Sr.]

Thank you Jessica

[Malister Mikey]

I like the gentle feel to this poem

[Jamie R. Robillard Sr.]

Thank you Jamie

[A. Amos]

I really like the flow and your poetic story telling was simply spectacular!

What an elegant way to wish X-Mas.

[Jamie R. Robillard Sr.]

Thank you Amos.

[A. Amos]

You're welcome my friend...