Traveling man
Selling eternal
Fire insurance.
You who held the
Coats of assassins.
Struck with a lifesaving blow
On the road to Damascus.
You came into this blindly
As I,
Like a helpless child,
Brought down.
I siphoned from the life flow,
Grew strong on the blood of the Lamb.
Proud stone thrower
Blinded by my own light,
I let go of all I had
To hold infinity--
Infinity shone on the faces of martyrs
Murdered by men who cared more
About cloth.
Copyright 1986, Diana W. Smith, All Rights Reserved