Composed on Sunday of the Blind Man June 6, 2021

The vesture
of my noetic soul is tattered
I come blind, bowed,
weeping bitter tears
as rain upon Your Feet
You are
my Siloam
You are
the Light of the world
In my heart
I kiss Your Precious Feet
the very Feet
which once trod
Eden’s dusky paths
– still fragrant
with Petals
from Paradise

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