Amazing poetry about the blindness and vision
People in a village At the desert's edge Had a daughter Who was changed (they thought) By magic arts Into a pony. At first they berated her "Why do you have to be a horse?" She could think of no reply. So they led her out with a halter Into the hot waste land Where there was a saint Called Macarius Living in a cell. "Father" they said "This young mare here Is, or was, our daughter. Enemies, wicked men, Magicians, have made her The animal you see. Now by your prayers to God Change her back Into the girl she used to be." "My prayers" said Macarius, "Will change nothing, For I see no mare. Why do you call this good child An animal?" But he led her into his cell With her parents: There he spoke to God Anointing the girl with oil; And when they saw with what love He placed his hand upon her head They realized, at once. She was no animal. She had ...