#12- See

‘My life is the light
that pierces the world’s darkness’,
he said,
as he spat on the ground.
He knelt to scoop up a handful
of spittle and mud
and rubbed it in his palm to make a paste.
He smeared it gently on the man’s eyes.
‘Blind from birth’,
we whispered between ourselves,
‘his eyes didn’t even form in the womb.’
But he went to wash in the pool of Siloam,
like Jesus said to,
and as he blinked away the water
from his eyes, there was colour,
there was light.
And then, a piercing shout,
‘I can see!’
And he wept,
because it was impossible.
And here we were
in the presence of the impossible.
He waded, trembling, back towards us, 
marvelling in the light,
the trees, the clouds,
seeing for the first time,
the faces of the ones he loved,
seeing the one who pierced his darkness;
Jesus.
We spit for disrespect, for disgust,
and here he was,
bringing eyes back to life,
healing and restoring with mud and spittle, 
mixing earth and heaven
in the palm of his hand.