I am blind you know
I cannot see
I cannot earn my bread
I depend on others’ kindness
Not to be left for dead
The world goes by me every day
I cannot see a thing
Life it seems will pass me by
I have no song to sing
But suddenly a commotion
A sudden change of pace
People gathering all around
Trying to see a face
Who is it now? I ask someone
The Nazarene they say
On his way to Jerusalem
Coming right this way
And so I shout and call his name
Son of David here
They lead me over to this man
A moment oh so dear
Sir I said in trembling voice
Let me see again
The brightness of this circling world
In all its joy and pain
And that’s the prayer I make today
Calling out your name
Bless my eyes to see again
The beauty of your realm
To see the loveliness of life
To know its simple joy
Each morning on my knees I pray
Your healing hands employ
Brian Fahy
7 November 2022
+ Bartimaeus, the blind man at the side of the road, is an image of our selves. So often in life we become blind to the loveliness of life and to the simple goodness of the Lord.
Erris Poetry 