By Jerry Soto, Army
Writing Type: Poem
than that to be able to feel?
I can feel the kindness in one's heart
and the harness of danger in the sound of the voice.
I can feel the fervor of love and the bitterness in life
by the touching of one's hand.
I can feel the freshness of the morning
by the rosary beads of dew that spray upon my face.
I can feel there is beauty by tenderly
touching the petals
inlaid in the eye of a flower
as I feel my way around a maze in the garden.
I cannot feel the silence of night.
I know there is light, by the joy of laughter
of children playing in a distant field.
I can feel the end of summer and
know that winter is near
by the sound of crumbling leaves on the ground
as I take a walk with life.
What greater gift can there be given to me
than that to feel what you see, for you see,
I am blind.