I Wish The Blind Would See

I never wish,
When pains crack her words,
On the wall of our hearts.
I wish the sights of the blind,
Would penetrate the northern star. 

I wish a second would be given to their 
sight.
To see the natural gifts of life. 
I wish they would see, those beautiful trees, 
Waving their branches unto the lord. 

I never wish for a blind eye,
To become a dark eye. 
I wish their hands would work with their eyes,
To print pictures of their lives. 

I never wish darkness would paint her styles 
On their faces. 
I wish the eyes of an owl, were another name,
Given to the blind. 

I never wish their sights would become darker, 
As a night wishing for a daily light. 
I wish sticks were not their favorite vehicle,
In every dimension. 

I just wish the blind, would sit beside the
 deaf, 
To discuss those broken feelings in their 
hearts. 
I wish their eyes would swim in the pool of light. 
And their ears would dip,
To the sounds of the sea waves. 

Poem By: Amos Momo Ngumbu, Jr.