SIGHT UNSEEN

I do not know your face,
nor have I felt your breath upon my skin,
nor placed my palm as measure against yours.
I have not stood before you in unguarded space.
I have not read your eyes to find the soul within,
but I have traced the shape of yours with mine
and learned the truth of you,
your depth, your breadth, your worth,
and heard your laughter in the corners of my mind.
I do not know your face.
But I know you,
and my spirit would know yours,though I were blind.
     Copyright ©1996,1997 Kathleen Anspach Preddy

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