Blind faith

[kgremore]

I saw an old man today,
He walked with a pronounced limp.
He reminded me of a racehorse,
Once full of zest and fire,
but now just seemingly a crippled, old horse,
Subjected to solitude and rest, retired to pasture.

His eyes were of a deep brown color,
The type of eyes,
That would melt even the most frigid of hearts.
His bronzed face rippled brilliantly when he spoke,
The creases in his face drawn by Time's ever so arbitrary wand,
Rippling like an ocean's waves during high tide.

He held his head high, despite his obvious handicaps.
He would never again see colors
That "paint" our world,
Just enveloping darkness.
Despite all this,
He walked with great dignity,
His eyes although devoid of eyesight,
Sparkled with knowledge,
Both wisdom and insight radiated from him.

I was immediately drawn to him,
to this old man,
This bearer of surreal light,
I, a fluterring moth hovering about an incandescent light!
It is then as I gaze upon this old man.
Did I stumble upon a burning realizaation,
This man was not blind,
For although he did not see with his eyes,
He saw with an unwavering light within
Fueled by his wisdom and love.

[blazeofglory]

I saw an old man today,
He walked with a pronounced limp.
He reminded me of a racehorse,
Once full of zest and fire,
but now just seemingly a crippled, old horse,
Subjected to solitude and rest, retired to pasture.

His eyes were of a deep brown color,
The type of eyes,
That would melt even the most frigid of hearts.
His bronzed face rippled brilliantly when he spoke,
The creases in his face drawn by Time's ever so arbitrary wand,
Rippling like an ocean's waves during high tide.

He held his head high, despite his obvious handicaps.
He would never again see colors
That "paint" our world,
Just enveloping darkness.
Despite all this,
He walked with great dignity,
His eyes although devoid of eyesight,
Sparkled with knowledge,
Both wisdom and insight radiated from him.

I was immediately drawn to him,
to this old man,
This bearer of surreal light,
I, a fluttering moth hovering about an incandescent light!
It is then as I gaze upon this old man.
Did I stumble upon a burning realization,
This man was not blind,
For although he did not see with his eyes,
He saw with an unwavering light within
Fueled by his wisdom and love.

This is no doubt a beautifully written poem and everything here is so touching and your mention of surreal light is something really touching and it speaks of something man has to undergo, an old age that is indispensable thing. Yet what I could not understand about this is in what context it is called blind faith, the title you have capped this poem with.