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


thankfulness, I kiss the

Feet which trod Eden’s dusky paths… still

fragrant with

Petals of Paradise.

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