I have always stumbled
My eyes growing weaker with age
Squinting ahead, looking for the next obstacle
They have seen so many
Have grown so weary, searching far and near
But, as times pass, they continue to serve
Teaching my feet where to tread
Learning when to stumble rather than fall
It has become second nature
Testing the path
Grasping for handholds
Becoming accustomed to feeling the direction
As the light continues to dim
To be suspicious of what sight shows
Listening to what the silence speaks
Though my eyes are dying
Their instruction remains clear
The way forward often must be felt
Rather than seen
Deceived by lies of the evident
This reminds me of: “…what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”
II Corinthians 4:18
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