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Bartimaeus
At Jericho blind Bartimaeus sat
In his donated threadbare tunic clad,
Begged patiently for alms from passers-by
And interspersed his prayers with many a sigh.
But now he listened up,- had to surmise
The flurry round him seemed to advertise
The nearing of the Master passing through,
And he asked those nearby if this was true.
“Move Bartimaeus, -Reb Timaeus’ son-
Keep to the side so that the Master can
Find enough space to teach and move around”.
But Bartimaeus - stubborn- kept his ground.
The crowd urged him shut up and step aside,
The more they pushed, the more the blind man cried,
And fumbled forward in his blindness‘ night"
"Lord!-Son of David hear!, please give me sight"!
To see, - what unimaginable bliss!-
The people, flowers, houses, hills and trees.
And ever louder Bartimaeus cried”
“Be merciful oh Lord, -please give me sight!.”
A gentle hand now touched the sightless eyes,
The hand that animates and vivifies,
And Bartimaeus saw - in rapt delight!
Saw and beheld and felt - Love at first Sight!.
Matthews 20.29-34
Mark 10. 46-62
© Elizabeth Dandy
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"Wonderful poem, keep up the good work."
This pome is magnificent, but the final line, with its conversion of an old cliche to a new conclusion, is nothing short of brilliant . . . and again I say, Brilliant!!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry for the typo, I do know how to spell poem.