Blindness from birth is a blessing compared to sudden loss of sight
The knowledge of colours and shades lost
Just become memories gradually fading away
Leaving a vacuum of nothingness yearning to be filled
But never to be filled

Love lost is beautiful
Though love found is more beautiful
Love never felt is nothingness
Love lost can be brooded over, cried over and reminisced over
Love lost can be found when searched
But love never felt has neither silver nor rainbow lining

Certain unnatural emotions are prayed for
Emotions involving hours of baring oneself in tears and strange languages
Of longings unexplainable, yet knowledge immeasurable
Of completeness and confidence in found identity
Such emotions defy conventional theories
It blooms from walk by faith not love at sight
People unfortunate to not have felt such emotions drool when they hear of colours and shades and rainbow linings
Of longings yet completeness

But they’d have to hear
People that felt but lost become shadows of themselves
Because they prayed
They prayed not to go a day without Jesus
They prayed not to take a breath without him
The moment they started getting cold
Their breathing became impaired
Their days became empty and gloomy
They knew they needed warmth
They knew a prayer has been answered
One down
Many more to go

ChyD

(c) 2018