Blind Faith

Will words of comfort comfort you
When I am summoned home?
I'll ask if He will suture you
Despite the fact I've flown.

We knew, in youth, how scant our time
Would be within this sphere.
We understood the spite of time
In wringing out our tears.

But love is blind, and listens not
To sage advice or sense,
And blinded dogs, perhaps do not
See holes along the fence.

I hope my words will comfort you
When I am summoned home.
I know that He will suture you
Despite the fact I've flown.

--

Ben Pickard 2022

*I'm not religious, but this just felt right