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 heal me.
You are my Siloam.
You are the Light of the world, and with
gratitude,
thankfulness, I kiss the
Feet which trod Eden’s dusky paths… still
fragrant with
Petals of Paradise.