Near Damascus

After Acts 9:1-19

The persecutor has his letters

for Damascus, to begin

the good work of rooting out

the way, the followers

of the madman on the tree,

they who sprout like

noxious weeds.

To destroy the way

is to earn a way.

And then a light, the light

flashing and blinding

around us, an invisible voice

speaking in the light.

Knowing the voice,

the persecutor falls,

blinded. Led into the city,

three days in darkness,

three days before the sun

rises, three days before

the way finds him.

Photograph by Lynn Greyling via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.