Once I Knew The Depth Where No

I, Who Cannot See, Find Hundreds Of Things To Interest Me Through Mere Touch. I Feel The Delicate Symmetry Of A Leaf. I Pass My Hands Lovingly About The Smooth Skin Of A Silver Birch, Or The Rough Shaggy Bark Of A Pine.

There Is In The Blind As In The Seeing An Absolute Which Gives Truth To What We Know To Be True, Order To What Is Orderly, Beauty To The Beautiful, Touchableness To What Is Tangible.

Even If You Have A Problem, You Don't Need To Be One.

The Worst Calamity: 'to Have Eyes And Fail To See.'

I Believe In The Immortality Of The Soul Because I Have Within Me Immortal Longings.