light of the world

Friends are precious     but”…    
I’m blind.   …   ..!

I can’t see my friends    but
I can see their love

I can’t see the creation but
I can see the light

Words are promise…      sometimes unclear
Whisper is quiet  …     sometimes loud

Eyes are crying             tears are falling
Light is coming                    darkness fleeing

Love is precious      love is kind
Love is rare       and         love is love