Her shutters were shut from the daily Sun.
Yet she laughs and banters while having fun.
She lives by faith which makes perfect sense.
She wonders will someone break her silence.
She loves her friends as sounding boards.
She dines and shops whatever she affords.
As dogs who follow their Master’s way,
She needs a guide throughout the day.
Never does she curse the daily darkness,
But she prays for healing whatever her illness.
Her oldies music & meals tackles her lonesome.
She doesn’t own wheels, but she owns a home!
Her gardener and maid may come and go,
But she loves her guests as rivers over-flow.
And when that day comes, she’ll see The Lord’s face!
And realize that being blind was just another phase.
Darrel Venable
June 2021
Divinity Poetry 