In a land far from our time
i once saw a woman blind
She struggled along a motley path
oblivious to death's dark wrath.
As she walked,she stumbled often
and each time i felt my heart soften
She had bruises,black and blue
in her heart she knew she was true.
Finally death came upon her
and held her tender hand
She smiled and cried
together to an unknown land.
I see her often in my dreams
walking,stumbling on life's path
never breaking down
moving along her own pace
celestial radiance on her wrinkled face.
She taught me something
of hope and happiness
and god's plan in everything
and lost joy of sadness.
Often i turn to her
finding myself in conflict
turning to the one gone by
and over the divided self fly.
