Blinded by the Light

Meditation on John 9)

When I was blind
I was defined
by my parent’s sin
not by God’s design.

When I was blind
I was resigned
to listen to stories
of a God
who was hard to please.

When I was blind
I would whine
about the world being unfair
that was ruled by a God who doesn’t care.

When I was blind
I would remind
my fellow sightless
about the God we failed to impress.

When I was blind
I almost declined
to have Someone place
mud on my face.

When I was blind,
I washed in the pool He assigned.
Then what came next was such a fright-
I was now blinded by the Light.

I was blinded by the Light
A miracle by the God I used to slight.
Even my neighbors didn’t know me,
They may have sight, but still couldn’t see.

When I was blinded by the Light
I told the rabbis of my regained sight.
Boy, they got all bent,
Because that procedure was not an approved treatment.

I am blinded by the Light
Now I see what’s wrong and what’s right.
Goodbye to the days of being confined,
Adios to the nights when I was blind.