The people called for Blind Bartimaeus,
and, unhelped, he stumbled his way to Jesus.
"Teacher," he asked, "would you
restore the sight I so sorely miss?
O exalted Son of David,
This you have promised.
My father has spoken of your famed
ancestry, of the God who has done
no small manner of miracles.
Might I bear witness to the same?"
"Your faith has healed you," Jesus replied,
"Go and see. My robes, you see, ,
will soon turn to red, my face will become ashen,
and you must behold this glory. See the color of the blood poured from my side,
the dark red shades of my mercy,
the way my patient hand will crumple around
those nails, the way my loving eyes will
narrow at the thorns in my skull,
the shape of my mouth as I choke on
the spiteful gift of bitter vinegar.
Go and see. Your faith has healed you."
Restored to wholeness, fullness, sight,
Bartimaeus looked upon his Lord,
this merciful young man,
and followed him to Golgotha,
understanding carefully the way he would
henceforth be called to walk.
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