A Moment in Hindsight

And I opened my eyes
only to find it better than I had imagined.
The visions of years disappeared in a moment,
a flash as the sun reflected in the water.
For it must be the sun.

And the colors;
never had I though such colors existed.
And how their feel and smell could not tell
half the tale of their rich splendor,
dazzling my eyes.

Looking down,
to try and reign in the brilliant images.
Only to find the most wonderful discovery of all;
my feet and then my legs and arms and hands,
my other eyes.

Focusing again,
looking down the street to see people.
To see a crowd gathering in the distance,
and there was my house!
It had to be.

So I ran,
down the street, in the door,
to the back where my mother sat.
She looked most beautiful
I decided.

Standing there,
right beside her was dad.
He had brown eyes I had been told;
but such a description failed
to describe brown.

So we looked.
A meeting of our gazes,
of our minds for the first time.
And they could tell
I saw them.

How? When?
At the hands of a man
whose name I did not hear
but whose hands touched
my eyes.

I was summoned
to the temple of God.
Oh how amazing was its artistry.
How imposing the men there-
the Pharisees.

Questions
for me about the man
the man I never met who healed me.
They demanded my account
my story.

So I told them
“Whether he is a sinner I do not know.
One thing I do know, that though I was blind,
now I see.”

But they did not,
for they did not believe
even though they had seen him
and I had not, at least
not yet.

An outcast,
cast out of the temple for seeing.
And so I stood again by that pool alone,
just as alone as the last time
until He came for me.

A reminder of one of the many miracles Jesus performed while he walked this earth.

Levi Swartzentruber