To Those Who Will Not

“To Those Who Will Not,” New Era, Jan. 1971, 50

To Those Who Will Not

The blind are those who refuse to see;

The dead are those who will not live;

The deaf are those who try not to hear;

The mute are those who have nothing to say.

I, a senseless man, am all:

Too blind to see a growing thing;

Too dead to feel the sun;

Too deaf to hear a morning bird;

Too mute to thank my God.

I, a senseless man, am all.

As I run, I crush the growing thing;

In my mind, I hide from the Son.

I lie and deny me the morning bird;

I speak with my heart in a cage.

I, a senseless man, do all.

And yet—

Still there is a growing thing;

Still there is the sun;

Still sweetly sings the morning bird;

Still God is never gone.

I, no longer senseless, feel love.