Intellectual Suicide

Without my eyes, I could not see
Or gaze at that which pleases me
And look and look so longingly
At what I will observe.

Without my eyes, I could not cry
At things which could not lift me high
Or would if I could only try
To do what I want to.

Without my eyes, I could not stare
Or interest those with time to share
At places which are anywhere
Alone but by ourselves.

Without my eyes, I could not weep
For those who need my prayers to keep
From falling down into the deep
With no-one's hand to hold.

Without my eyes, I could not gaze
On beauty of created days
Which shows in oh so many ways
The glory of my God.