(John 9:25)
Hands touch my lids, my tears;
through blears of hurt and lust
___through aching years of sin-smeared sight
my dim and random life now clears
___to searing light
______and the dark pales
______and pride and fears
______as it were scales
______fall to the dust
Were one to ask of me
what face it is that shimmers like day
___as yet I could not say.
I only know I see
W.R. Mitchell
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