Worn smooth by feet (and hard by weight),
The path is old that tread we now
But Blindness and the Light allow
That like all others, each with each,
We learn what (can’t be taught) can teach:
How, stumbling, Blinded, for (another) hand to reach.
And so it goes: what we can’t know, but only learn
Each day by day, to give what neither one can earn
And by those gifts be left with more.
–How curious is this untaught math
That governs o’er this unseen path,
Both known by many feet and hands before.


Anonymous
5/31/2006
11:45:45 AM