The blocked poet.He sits with his pen.So much he thinks of where to begin.But the beginning doesn't come, it's not in view,the poet is blind because he's confused.Each day in despair,he tries to rhyme a few words, but the poetry is dead; a flightless bird.He trudges through the dark, not knowing his sight is dim.Is there a soul that can help him? There is one man who has the key, that unlocks the door so the man can see.Behind the door,lys truth and light.The only place he can regain sight.This clearity is shown through only one man, a man that was nailed through his hands.To a wooden cross, painful and cruel, the reason he died; the reason is you.Now he can live, because of one man's death,so his old skin of confusion can now be shed.Now the poet writes,the truth set him free.The result is simply now, sweet poetry.Ahead of him comes a life in light, behind he left fire and fright.

And Jesus said,"For judgment I came into this world,that those who do not see may see;and those who see may become blind."-John 9:39

I am that poet.