This poem is inspired by CS Lewis's very short story called "The Man Who Was Born Blind"

Tribute to Things Unknowable or Uknown

The light, when it illuminates, does not discriminate.
Embracing all in equanimity it self-eviscerates.
Doing all it can to share its heart
its plans are fraught with flaw,
and in showing him everything
shows nothing at all.
The Man Who Was Born Blind knows only what the light contributes;
the ease it brings to his commutes
or unease (all other senses reduced).
The light's soul is mute,
or so it seems,
to the man, moot.
But when the glory so often un-looked-for
and more often unseen "comes to light," as it were,
he shoots through the mist to grasp that which he knows not
and plummets empty-handed to the rocks.