Day 16 of Poetry Month...

                                                       BLIND FAITH

                                    Somewhere at end of fallen day

                                    A street lamp lights the darkened way,

                                    For darkness is a frightening thing,

                                    And we choose not to go there.

                                    But blind men need no lamppost light,

                                    And so they walk by day or night,

                                    For darkness is the song they sing,

                                    And there is much to know there.

                                    They count the posts with wooden sticks,

                                    And find their way with blind men’s tricks,

                                    For darkness is a fertile thing,

                                    And there are seeds to sew there.

                                    They measure days in starlings’ song,

                                    They feel the stars and taste the dawn, 

                                    For darkness is a lonely thing,

                                    Without a face you know there.

                                                Sometimes at end of fallen day

                                                There is no light to show the way,

                                                For darkness is an endless thing…

                                                They’ll tell you that it’s so there.

© Sally Stevens 2010