I Can't Reach You: The Blind Man

The blind man waves his white cane

Back and forth repeatedly,

Cautiously checking his wilderness pathway.

He wipes a tear from his eye.

"Why have I been visited by this affliction?"

He hollers at the top of his voice,

But it seems as if there is no one to hear.

"I can't reach you."

He stops abruptly,

Inwardly sensing danger;

He waits and listens.

Nothing happens.

The darkness and loneliness of the night,

His constant torment.

Moving ahead carefully,

He feels the ground softening under his feet,

Gradually it gives way, but only slightly.

Suddenly, his feet feel cold and wet

As they sink into the mud,

He loses one shoe.

Using his white cane,

He retrieves it.

Reaching down for it,

He tumbles face downwards into the mud.

"Created out of mud,

I return to the mud."

The blind man almost loses his white cane, too,

But finds it again.

Getting up carefully,

He brushes the mud off it.

He gazes skyward.

"I must be a sight, God.

Can you not see my agony?"

Storm clouds billow overhead.

Rumbles of thunder resound.

A sudden deluge of rain

Washes away the mud.

The blind man taps his white cane repeatedly,

In his search for solid ground.

"I must return from whence I came."

He retraces his path homeward.

"One more adventure in my dark night;

There are no rainbows in my darkness."

A blind man tries to reach God.