Sunday, September 21, 2014


He appeared to me last
not saving the best
but saving the worst
he appeared to me last.

To meet him wasn’t
to blind me was

He blinded me
so I could see,
I could not see
before the blindness.

My sight was imperfect.
Once you have seen,
all sight is imperfect.

Photograph by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

It give me an idea of what you listened to in your service today.