Sixth Sense

Man, deprived of sight,

  Grows sharp and keen

To feeling of light

  The sound of things seen.

Deprived of sound,

  His eyes see clear,

Shapes form around

  What he cannot hear.

With a new sense

  He bridges across

The incompetence

  Of his great loss.

And out of dark

  He learns to feel

And thoughts deep mark;

  The power to heal.

Of unseen sight,

  Unspoken word,

Which by a light

  Touch may be stirred

The sense of living

  In blackened root.