He
appeared to me last
not
saving the best
but
saving the worst
he
appeared to me last.
To
meet him wasn’t
sufficient
to
blind me was
necessary
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:
It give me an idea of what you listened to in your service today.
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