“A blind man” by Eureka C. Bianzon

He lives his life in the darkness

He crosses the street with the help of his crutches

Day and night for him are just the same

Despite the shadows he never complained

His fettered heart seemed to be trapped in chain

To see the beautiful world was the thing he never gained

He recognizes things through his sense of touch

He sings with the birds, the sound of music he appreciates much

A blind man reflects an ineffable creature with a sheer heart

For he glances life in its meaningful and deepest part

Us who can see the color of the tangible things He wishes to see

Are blessed enough for we’re not walking in the darkest journey