Let There Be Light

Darkness deep and long as Sabbath,

deeper than a well,

clinging on like dust to footprints

empty like a shell.

Hear! a voice, here intonation

words abound today.

Someone spits into the dust-road

cakes his eyes in clay.

Now he’s groping slowly onward

toward Siloam’s pool,

eager heart in racing footfalls

though he feels the fool.

Dip his face into the wetness

cool and deep and dark

rising up and seeing…buildings,

trees, PEOPLE, stark.

Now the colors, now the faces,

now the sunlight bright,

for Jesus frees this very Sabbath

and says “Let there be light.”

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