Description: I've always wondered if people like this are really crazy, or if they really know something that we don't.
The Blind Beggar -------------------------------------------
He told me that he'd seen God,
and that's why he was blind.
He couldn't look away;
that's why he went mad.
He said that heaven's air
tasted like berries on your tongue,
and Earth's was like angry tears.
He said there your body
tingles with unheard music;
here it's numb as a block of wood.
He talked to God everywhere
like they were close friends,
and everywhere people said
"God's got better things to occupy his time han the likes of you."
The beggar just kept a smile on his face
as bright as crystal in sunlight.
A man used to come into my store who would talk to (someone) incessantly. I mean full-out conversations. Hysterical to listen to. But he was also quite brilliant (once a professor); something just snapped. Utterly fascinating. Anyway, I digress... Is this a true story? I tend to think that these people know something more than we do, on whatever level that may be. I wonder sometimes if they aren't angels, or God himself testing us. At any rate, I think many of them should be given more credit and not so easily slighted. Not that I am one to talk. Just a thought. Anyway, beautifully done. I'll bet that beggar wouldn't even consider trading in his experience to regain his sight. He is probably more 'truly happy' than many of those considered more well-off than he.
he may be insane or mad or however you call it but he's surely more happy than most people who are sane. nothing to criticize besides that I don't like the sentence "God's got better things To occupy his time Than the likes of you." sounds strange to me. as if you forgot a preposition. but that's just me. really good poem. well done.
How beautiful is this... I can picture the face of this man with a soft smile draped across his face and a kindness that is almost tangible. I am sure he exudes peace and tranquility and whether he has really seen God or not becomes insignificant... only his truth remains and it keeps him alive. See now you've done it again... you paint such vivid images that it feels as if I know the person in the poem. Great writing!
I really love the image you create with "The beggar just kept a smile on his face Bright as crystal in sunlight"...as if nothing could stop the sparkle. Its a nice way of looking at the poor old blind beggar...I have to say, I wish I could share your kindness toward the ones who mutter to themselves in the street...(I'm still a little raw from being driven from my old neighborhood by the crackheads)...unfortunately, the insanity for most of these poor souls is drug/drink induced...not God. However, your guy seems to be an exception. He speaks of an inspired knowledge of heaven that makes him transcend material needs.
I think this poem is wonderful. It shows the inner beauty of someone who can't see beauty on the outside. He's happy being blind and feels he's seen God. I've heard of people like this. I believe them. Without sight you have to be strong within your soul and other senses. I once heard that you feel closer to God when you are out alone with nature than when you are in the comforts of your home. I believe that. Out with nature, or without your sight, you have to trust that, *God*, a higher power is watching out for you. Beautiful poem. It really got me thinking. :) -blt
I don't want to get caught up in a debate about religion. I prefer to keep my feelings on that topic as close to the vest as possible, however...the fact that religions are so diverse only goes to show that God is internal and personel. People that say "This is my God, this is what he wants all of us to do, and if you think otherwise you'll burn in Hell" are every bit as delusional as your blind beggar.
Wonderful job as always, my dear cuddledumplin, and I sure hope you're feeling better today. I wonder if the fever you had inspired this piece in any way. I gotta tell ya, when I go out there to see what the kids are doing and I see you've submitted something, I get really excited. Usually I check out your stuff through your page, but when I see you out there you stand out like a polished diamond in a mound of coal...
See, I've always thought that people like that just went digging in the trash and ate something that they shouldn't have, like a half-eatten bologna sandwich with a hint of rot and mold. Either that, or they're schizophrenic. I once talked to Sid Barret for about an hour an top of a golden-green mountain surrounded by rolling hills and soft clouds, where the breeze blew so perfectly that I could feel the slight movements of single strands of hair on my head. But that was after I had taken a lot of LSD. The striking parallels between my experience and the episode you have described lead me to believe that the bum did not actually talk to God. But I don't doubt that he tried.
I was fortunate enough to morph into a light prism and tumble through a firelit chasm and wake up in the middle of a road, thus realizing that it was all in my head. Ever since that day, I have never made sense to anyone! God highschool was weird.
I like this because I know someone that this reminds me of. I know a man that has lost both of his legs from the knees down, and he is the happiest and joyful person that I have ever known. This piece seems to relate to that. I like the idea of this poem, and the way you worded it.
I like the piece alot cuddles. I've been dry of ideas lately and I am envious of your creativity. It seems those people who must face the harsh realities of life each day are able to find an equalibrium that some of us who are insulated don't. It's a little trick of Gods' to make up for the troubles of having a life of struggle and difficulty. I think you are perceptive and I agree.
you know the bible says that as christians have to be outkasts in the world. we have to be distinguished. the beggar in this piece is a perfect example as the whole world shuns him, he still stands with a smile. its just me there were a few words that could have been used just to add a little extra flair, but by no means did it actual need them great job and is now a fav of mine
I work in down town Indianapolis and we have people like that all over the place. But some of them really do make you wonder. I really liked your poem. I havn't heard such a good description of heaven in a long time. My favorite line would have to be the berries on your tongue. That is beautiful.
i love this poem, Amy. i often wonder the same thing myself about street people. Mother Theresa used to say that she saw the face of Jesus in the poorest of the poor... what a beautiful thought. your poem is along those lines. "heaven's air/tasted like berries on our tongue/and Earth's was like angry tears.." i love that line! "tingles with unheard music" made me think that it's all in our souls anyway. great job, Amy!
Love the poem. Interesting look at the way people view things (in the case of the beggar) and how those who are different are viewed. I love the way your piece comments on the thoughts of some of those who speak to people who have "found" God. In many instances, I think you're right in regards to their responses-they either think the person who's found god is crazy or disabled. I love that your main character never loses his faith in what he believes or his smile. On a side note, the beggar's thoughts on this world as opposed to the next are quite insightful. Great job. J
You didn't specify what kind of input you wanted, so I'm just going to give my opinion on the topic. Insanity may be the excuse you give them, but, if they really believe deep down inside them that they have really found God, then God they have found. Reality is different between minds. There are no two people exactly the same, so no two realities can be the same. In Christians' realities, they are going to heaven (which to them is a wonderfully beautiful place), and everybody else is going to hell (which to them is a horrifically ugly place). In a Buddhist's reality, however, there are multiple ways to heaven. In each person's reality, what they believe is true is true. The same goes for people who believe there is no such thing as heaven or hell, God or Satan. In their realities all religious people are wasting their time. When each person dies, the perception of their reality that was true to them will be followed through in their afterlife, unless they believed death is death and nothing follows. In that case, nothing will follow. Of course, this is only my perception, so you may think that I'm crazy. Be that the case, then in your reality, crazy I am. However, in my reality, I'm as sane as a shoe, which is pretty sane if you didn't know. Has anyone ever heard a shoe speak disjointed sequences of thoughts? Not that I know of. So yes, I am as sane as a shoe.
cool! I would only change one little thing: block of wood gives an idea of a human with nicely shaped corners and a piece of wood that has been crafted into something perfect, and humans aren't that way, from my experiences. so I would change that to something that hints to something with rougher edges. You pick what it is, I'm not feeling very creative right now.
despite that, which is a very small detail, this poem was very good, and I felt the feeling of the beggar. last stanza was great.
This is beautiful Amy, and not even minmalist! Overall I liked how you showed us Heaven as this man knows it,-through other senses than sight-especially the "taste" lines "He said that heaven's air Tasted like berries on your tongue And Earth's was like angry tears"-that's my absolute favorite gem here. The next lines, describing how he FEELS there, I did stumle over a little "He said there your body Tingles with unheard music Here it's numb as a block of wood"
This was the only segment I felt might be improved somehow, the accented syllables seem off, not flowing as sweetly as the previous three.
But you pick up that rhythm again for the duration, and beautifully illustrate how this derelict that most chose to ignore, avoid or deride-maintains in spite of all adversity-"a smile on his face-Bright as crystal in sunlight" I know exactly what you mean, these people may lappear a little dishevelled, sometimes unkempt or threadbare,-but they have a great smile-I often get that feeling -like you say, that they are privy to information we don't have. I never see children or dogs get their guard up around these folks either, so I suspect they really have some joy and spiritual insight that transcends their social and physical challenges. Another winner Amy