None so Blind

By Marcia Leaser

"You can't lead me, you're blind" I said...
but as he took my hand.
I saw things through his sightless eyes –
I never knew were grand.
The beauty of a raindrop,
the softness of a rose.
The texture of a maple leaf,
and the silence of the snow.
I then realized as I followed,
this man that could not see.
With eyes that were not blinded…
I saw far less than he.



Marcia K. Leaser writes from Fremont, Ohio.