The story of Helen Keller

Can you see the unseen?

Perceive a blind eye’s sight?

You pity my defect

Yet I have seen the light

“What light?” You might laugh -

“Why, the brightest light of all!”

That which moves every seed,

In every star and soul

You see not yonder flower,

Only but a sprout

Its finger-like petals

Towards my soul reach out

That soft and silken touch

Of a flower’s gentle petal

Is like a kind kiss from God

Upon which my fingers settle

I need not sight to see

For He, who is greater than me

Placed a happy, gentle love

Inside each and every one of us.

- Lina Scarborough

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