Who molds the clay for my unseeing eyes?
The ineffable, seen, now I'm shriven.
The world pontificates; all its' truths lies,
To walls of sand the gullible driven.
Simon was there, Christ's Sacred Cross to heft
For the Lord did fall once, twice, a third time
The Sanctified Veil in half would be cleft
For all eternity mankind will pine.
As pilgrims we all face the decision;
Yield souls to Christ or to Satan be bound
Cleansed in His Blood, or by sin imprisoned.
Only authentic King by Yahweh crowned
Oh Lord, I implore Thee, be my steel shield
My vision, once touched, now forever healed.

Barry Blander

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blind-man-s-witness-a-sonnet/