I need a moment,
a moment measured only
in light years,
the oracular thread
through centuries
and non,
encaptured, enraptured
by deepest tones
geographically strata-ed,
through past and present,
eyes so gently gently replaced
with brushes archeologically
bristling with Him,
joyful in newborn
reunion
the blind man was healed
and the tenses were spilled
and millennial mysteries unravelled
into new ravelling of me.
and the blind woman was healed
