No more darkness

The clouds moved lazily, the air was still,

As the old man wearily trudged the hill.

His eyes were dimmed, blind from birth

He had never beheld God's wondrous earth.

But his hopes were high for he had heard it told

That a Messiah had come, as prophesied of old.

He stumbled and fell mid the crowd and throng

Pitied by the weak, pushed aside by the strong.

When ready to despair from life's sorrow and scorn

A voice pierced the air, "Blessed are they that mourn!"

Humbly he listened, while the crowd made mirth

"Blessed are the meek, they shall inherit the earth!"

With tears overflowing, his knees fell to the sod,

"Blessed are the pure in heart, they shall see God!"

He lifted his head, by the illumination overcome

And beheld there 'fore him, the Master………the son!

Tears clouded his eyes, then in darkness they closed,

But for one precious moment, he had seen with his soul.

Then a light brighter than a galaxy before him spread

And he knew he never again in darkness would tread.

 

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