I see what you mean

Said the blind man

Rubbing hand forehead to feet

God’s brushing of skin

To meet

And I know what you want

When I’m not around

Soft fleshy feet

Kissing earth ground

Melted canvas of flesh

Finding the places and loving them

A-fresh.

Touching lost parts of his soul

With loving thoughts

Once again,

Reclaiming his whole

Wealth of flesh

Wealth of heart

Let us begin

Let us start