A Blind Profit's Vision

A man whose eyes had gone dark No longer with vision Described to me how living without sight was a blessing disguised as a tragic condition. He was unable to see color only a world of permanent night. He couldn't determine how ripe an apple or watch the dance of a butterfly in flight. With an expression the mix of a grimace and a poor attempt at a grin. He looked up at me with his opaque glasses Then spoke like a Prophet With words that smelled of Gin Without sight I can't see the hue of racism and hate Man's cruelty toward one another The sadness and despair it creates. Starvation, disease, war's savage visions Prejudice for gender or belief in a religion Death in Technicolor broadcast nightly on the evening news Are sights that my blindness has sparred me from being witness to Those that observe such horror and terror do it from the comfort of their easy chair I'm sure the world offers wonders of beauty Sights so magnificent that words can't describe There's kindness and caring And acts of compassion the innocence and love in child's smile Although if the trade off for sight Is that I must see such darkness an ugliness for a glimpse of the sublime Then there is no question Destiny has made my decision. I would rather live my life blind Judge Santiago Burdon ©2017