My Sight has Never been Very Good.

King of unreached lands,

Companion of wanderers,

Master of unnamed places,

I do not see you today. But my sight has never been very good.

I see injustice. I see disease. I see corruption. I see loneliness. And bits of You tucked in between.

Come again, won't You? Here and soon? We're aching for You. Groaning for You.

Come.