A man born blind can easily deny
the significance of a vast landscape.

He can easily deny 
all the wonders that he cannot touch, 
smell, taste, or hear.

But one day the wind will show its kindness
and remove the tiny patches that cover your eyes,

And you will see God more clearly 
than you have ever seen yourself.

This is a puzzling poem that provokes contemplation. What do you make of it?