Hannah Stiles-Culver Poet I do not know?

A Blind Blessing

A Blind Blessing
A beggar, walking blind one day
Stumbled across a stream
He curled his fists in anger and cried
“How could God be so mean?”

“He made these wonderful waters here,
and the grass, so soft and green.
These wonders are those that I cannot see.
How could God be so mean?”

“He gave me no eyes to see the trees 
That grow so tall and lean
So if he made this beauty here,
How could God be so mean?”

“Tis I who most enjoys his works,
I love every single thing.
But I’ve not the power to see them.
How could God be so mean?”

And as he sat and pondered this
A voice came to his ear
“Son, these are the gifts I’ve given thee,
to feel, to smell, to hear.”

“Thou love this earth much more than some,
Those whose eyes just pass it by.
I’ve given thee the gift to see
Within thine inner eye.”

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Dr.Ram Mehta June 11, 2011 at 3:28 PM Lovely creative expressions on the Blind Blessing, Hannah

June 11, 2011 at 1:10 AM I like this write - It's true we don't truly see whats all around us and just pass it by - Excellent write A pleasure reading :)