Heart, soft like waterClothed in darknessBleeding quietlyEyes that would not see Could the days after beWithout “Let there be light?”Eyes that would see — blindnessAh, blindness Maybe more kindnessPerhaps more silenceAh! More patiencePossibly more change I lace my bootsWind dusty, heart heavyI run these paths of fractured starsAnd walk the rest Maybe I am broken again –Only somewhere new this timeYet, I am a pilgrimAnd the light gets in still