Stumble in the Valley

A pace too slow,

"Away we go!"

With a clickety, click.

Rattle my stick.

 

Stumble on broken ground,

A way through must be found.

Before the end of day,

Never to lose my way.

 

I stumble on the valley floor,

Stumble to your very door.

To stumble on to the love I'd crave,

Till you place me in the grave.

 

Then for all the wanted need,

You and God my soul do feed.

All in want of haste,

Left me to stumble and chased.

 

Run I cannot,

To that place too hot.

Where there once

Was my lot.

 

Now I pass through your door,

The gift of life to adore.

Praise and sing aloud,

Saves us all from the crowd.

Blind Faith: A Modern Poem

Blind Faith is a modern style poem. That is to say it is a story of a train of thought not necessarily rhyming or with a fixed meter.

Through the poem I aimed to describe a world of frustration at growing blindness. I have been going blind for several years now. Sometimes my vision seems to creep away slowly, other days I notice I can see a lot less than I could only hours before.

In part a lament at my growing disability, in part a song of hope that either science or religious Faith might bring respite or reconciliation for me in the struggle.

It  is the story of one man's experience through growing fog and isolation.

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