Blindness (Pain and Suffering for Lent)

Your world is dark.

Perhaps it was always dark.  You only see colors, if at all, in weird flashes in dreams.

Perhaps it came on you. You can still remember the light.

But  now you are blind.  Your eyes stare without sight.

There are compensations–your other senses get sharp  There are kindnesses.  But this is a world for those that can see.  Every hour, every day, you are blind and need help or to live in a rigid constraint.  Perhaps you are cheerful about it.  Perhaps not.  But if you could, you would see.

You cannot.

And thou shalt grope at noonday, as the blind gropeth in darkness, and thou shalt not prosper in thy ways