Poems (Rumell)/The blind

THE BLIND
When we reach out into the space, that subdivides us,
And find a thought, that we have always known within:
Then we have found, the one real law of being,
And proved, all thought and life are One with Him.

We think sometimes, that we must pass that curtain
Called Death, if we would true vision find,--
But I fear, some who pass thro that condition,
Will meet surprise, and find themselves, still blind.

Blind, to that wondrous call, that now surrounds us,
That we need not pass thro death, to meet and know.
Blind to that answering force, we may find within,
That I believe, God gave to use, while here below.

Death cannot give a man clear vision,
If his soul's eye is darkened, while below,
We must know rebirth, and grow into our heaven,
If there or here, we are this truth to know.

Now, if God made all,-and all is good,
Then Law and Force, were in that plan;
And blind are they, who will not use it,
Knowing God made all, for the good of man!