Now I See

They talked about me as I sat there,
Black jokes and regrets of my existence,
I felt how they would grimace, point and stare,
While I tried to beg my subsistence.
He put mud on my eyes to wash away,
In a pool nearby, to end my long night,
Sun shone through my window, into first day
Of a new creation, let there be light.
Pharisees shook their heads, it would not do
To give Sabbath rest to blindness, my woe
Was sad, but mercy must know rules. No true
Jew would act like this, they claimed to know.
This I knew, though they all were blind to me,
He who was once blind could now at last see.

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