Blind Judges

by Bobby Burcham

Tired workers seeking shade from a burning sun,
Dry parched throats, welcome a few drops of cool water,
Lonely empty and hungry heart seek love,
The dead come to life only from magic or miracle.

Who can deny a tired worker a moments rest in the shade?
The dry parched throats a few drops of cool water,
A lonely empty and hungry heart friendly company,
Bringing life into the soul of the living dead.

What blind man can explain colors in words?
Or who can explain music to the deaf?
What can the dead teach the living,
To correct or to advise him?

If you have not loved, and lost, you can’t hear my words.
You will judge me with blind eyes and deaf ears.
You will judge me with a heart alien to the pain,
And the loneliness that eats at souls like a cancer.

Enjoy the grace of life that blinds you to the hunger
in my soul,
Enjoy the shield that not only protects you from the pain and torment,
But also from a love so powerful that it produces a temporary insanity,
The love that only comes to a few and only fewer still survives.

So if you are blind don’t judge colors,
If you are deaf don’t critique music,
If you are dead let the living learn themselves,
And let the lonely-hearts seek the love they crave.