I Bow Before You

 

A man who cannot see

Came to see the Queen

No spectacle for him

His days are dark

His wife beside him guiding him

Long white stick in front of him

Here we are she said

He bowed and made his mark

 

We cannot see inside another one

We’re blind until the rising of the sun

Until the other one reveals

The hidden self inside

We walk as though in darkness every one

 

But what we see enough for reverence

For kindly word and deed the person there

In living days in dying and in death

We honour one another fair is fair

 

Brian Fahy

18 September 2022  

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