What light these eyes have felt
Until my soul received the King
I was blind of spirit; blind of sight.
I walked like a shadow in sinful shroud,
awaiting Death to meet me.
Hope and I, like bitter rivals,
never saw fit to reconcile.
Peace and love,as estranged spouses,
kept their distance.
For I was lost.
Trapped in ever rising waters
on a raft
about to sink.
That is… till
the King’s touch of mercy brought
sight to my lids and light to my heart,
taking me back to shore.
Then what form the
blindness hid revealed its awful beauty
and grace and I retook our vows.
For a touch from the King is a touch of life, a light that never fades