I am Used to Seeing Blinded

love seems to fill everything

when my eyes are adjusted

but until then I scower the world

looking for what’s already here

could I catch a glimpse of what You’re showing me

of Your sweetness, of Your truth

then in one moment i realize how blind i am

(and was and very soon may be)

what would it be to be consumed by You,

the All-Consuming Fire?

i have a feeling You’ve made Your way around the world

and it is i who am hiding.

                        i am used to seeing blinded.