To sit without words to place down on the paper, Is to sit alone. To sit blind, Sit without a purpose and mind, So I take my hands, Help them find the path to take with the pen. Let their magic create worlds all could feel, All could hear, And the blind could see. Such a potion spilled onto this surface. How I could pass by a day of death, I do not know. But to be here now to write this passage into sight, This throughway for the blind, Is simply sanctuary. So sit without purpose I do not, Sit without words I will not, And to see, I always shall. These are words toward poetry. These are words from a missionary, A visionary, A clarity that allows me to enter serenity, Tranquility, What ever you wish to mean peace in the vocabulary. This is my task as a word in the sentence of God. I am the translation for the sightless, I will be the path for the lost.