I don’t know much,
I don’t know much
But what I do know –
Is that I was blind and now I see.
I don’t know how to stop the reverberating violence
The loudness of the darkness
The piercing anger of hunger and poverty
The rampant empty holes in the hearts of my loved ones.
This I do know
I was blind –
But now I see.
I feel eternity stop,
The chorus begins
I am frozen
And there are so many things
I still seek to understand.
I do not always have the answers
But this I know:
We were blind
But now we see.
This is the one I follow,
The one to whom I will give my heart and my hands
The one who has taken my piercing questions
And handed to me incandescent sight.
Oh, to see
I choose to see.
“One thing I do know, I was blind but now I see.” -John 9:25
Poetry is a form of expression that predates literacy; historians suggest that poetry dates back to a time when tales of valour and honour were remembered only by those who used story telling to pass history down through the power of voice. There is something remarkable in poetry, the way that one uses simple words to describe that which is at the core of us all, the words that come directly from the heart. There is a beauty in the poets voice, a beauty in the sharing of our stories, ideas, inspiration through this form that is found in no other. Due to this, I thought it appropriate to have a format in this blog to express those things about the one we love the most, Jesus, and the missional life that we have all devoted ourselves to.
Photo: Miriam Daughtery