What if the light went out of your eyes and you no longer
Could put the grandeur of the world to the canvass?
Then I would become a bard and sing of the beauty of this world.
What if you lost your voice, oh bard?
Then I would become a poet and write of the wonders of this world.
What if you could not write, oh poet?
Then I would be a sculptor, so all could feel the amazement of this world.
What if you could not use your hands, what then?
I would dwell in my inner garden and emanate Love,
To all the bright beings of this world.
By Tim Mather