A metaphor sublime:
from darkness to light;
was blind, now I see.
Pure poetry.
From illusion, soft, unfocused,
unthreatening;
to crisp-edged reality,
sharp against a blue sky
that extends beyond.
This reality, the substance of which
is pain and beauty; mingled
and aching, both,
inseparable.
They call it discipleship;
Bartimaeus knew.
© Ken Rookes 2021
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