In an instant,
all was light–
he stumbled,
hobbled by strips of cloth,
toward an open doorway,
beyond which waited love.

Where had he been these last few days?
He recalled vague murmurs, voices, whispers…
"…this is death, but wait, just wait…"
He'd been ready to move on, eager–
another light, pure, beckoned,
but between them hung a pause, a waiting,
not for his sake, but for the blindness of others,
the sweet love of family.
"…not heaven, not yet, not for you…"

So hard to remember now
as he blinked in the sunlight–
never before so revealing;
as he blinked in the Son's light–
never before so tear-filled.

Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.