Monday, October 19, 2015

Mark 10:50-52

So throwing off his cloak, he sprang up and came to Jesus. Then Jesus said to him, ‘What do you want me to do for you?’ The blind man said to him, ‘My teacher, let me see again.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Go; your faith has made you well.’ Immediately he regained his sight and followed him on the way. 

Seeing

Morning wakes my eyes again.

Wake now this heart to feel,

To know the grace of morning,

Fresh hours of hope, eyes of heart

Open again to see, truly, the sparkle

In your eye when again I see you …

and know the Love that is always.

Blind … then he sees, first, you

And what is there? Not sorrow

Certainly. A smile more divine

Than any before? A furrowed

Brow of concentration? Maybe.

But I will opt for the smile

I carry within wherever I go.

I know … it brought you joy

To sight his eyes again, so take

Now your joy from me, opening

The eyes of this morning heart

Sluggish yet from sleep. Open

My eyes to see again the face I

Carry deep within.

You, shining, sparkling eyes

That speak only Love, quieting

Every longing, awash with tears

Of knowing what is known

Nowhere but in the Love

Who shines in the face I carry

That carries me.

Thank you … again

For Love that is Life, for

Opening morning eyes to see

Your face, your joy in sighting

Me that I might see what I must

See to know and live, truly …

With peace amid the noise.

Pr. David L. Miller