Oh, it was an agony-the gravel
in the eye, the rude slime, the brittle
clay caked on the lid.
But with the hurt
light came leaping; in the shock and shine,
abstracts took flesh and flew;
winged words like view and space,
shape and shade and green and sky,
bird and horizon and sun,
turned real in a man’s eye.
Thus was truth given a face
and dark dispelled and healing done.
~Luci Shaw “The Sighting” John 9 from God for Us-Rediscovering the Meaning of Lent and Easter
Blinded I am by clinging to my finite understanding. I resist digging deeper than necessary in order to get by each day, skimming the surface of existence to avoid getting down and dirty. But He doesn’t allow the easy way of darkness to continue.
He smears me with mortal mud made of His spit — essentially soiling my soul — and only then can I see His truth when opening my eyes.
The dark dispelled, winged words turned real.
No longer blind, I stare afresh, pondering the Face of Truth through muddy lashes.