In Jericho's streets
a loud, annoying man,
blind and embarrassing,
glimpses hope for the
first time
and shouts excitedly
above the noise of the crowd.
The reason for his
agitated cries:
one Jesus of Nazareth,
aka, Son of David;
who is implored to be
merciful
and to use his
influence with the Divinity
to heal the man's
vision-less eyes.
He ignores all attempts
to silence him
and calls even louder.
The itinerant teacher
takes notice,
and invites him to come.
The man has faith, he
declares,
and credits this worthy
attribute
with the impending
recovery of his sight.
He now sees things
clearly, for the first time;
not just the physical
world
of sunlight, shadows,
refractions,
wavelengths and lumens.
His Jerichoean darkness
cast aside
as was his cloak
minutes earlier,
he chooses to journey
on an uncertain route,
but one saturated with
light and purpose.
Embracing the
travelling man as master, friend and guide,
he follows him
glowingly down the road.
©
Ken Rookes 2015
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