Never bend your head. Always hold it high. Look the world straight in the eye.
I lived with a blind girl, once upon a time—
and cried because I saw her blindness as
proof that life was unkind and random.
But from her I learned how sight
might involve more than receiving.
From her I learned how to enter the dark,
how to trust to a friend’s uncertain hand,
how blindness was also mine.
She showed me how to move with grace
through a vast and sacred night.
And when she cried, it wasn’t due to any loss of light.
-------------------------------------------------------(rhonda)
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