Blind Memories Poem by April Humason

For years I walked in silent gray,
Shapes of life just slipped away.
No faces clear, no stars above,
Only shadows where there was love.

They asked me how I lost my sight,
What darkness stole away my light.
But I had no answers, none to give,
Only knew I did not live.

Then hands touched dust upon my eyes,
A voice like warm and gentle skies.
Not magic, not a spoken spell,
But Heaven's breath I somehow felt.

The world burst open, color poured,
A brightness I had never stored.
Yet when they asked what He looked like,
I had no words, I had no sight.

They brought my parents, fear was near,
Questions sharp, the truth unclear.
But all I knew, and all I said,
Was "I was blind — now I see instead."

I could not name His face or form,
But I knew my soul was reborn.
Not by proof, nor court, nor claim,
But by the power of His name.

Blind no more, my heart now free,
I don't know how — but I see.
I don't know when — but I see.
I don't know Him by mortal view —
But I know the light was true.