In Him was Light … - Bruce Dawe

It was not the usual darkness that misled us,
          And that so often made us go astray,
But rather the blinding light of our imperfections
          Which dazzled us when we confronted Day:
The light of Day, such as we’d never known it,
          Day which is with us still, unending Day,
However dark the night, it was this dawning
          Source of revelation come to stay,
That, once the eyes of the soul took in the difference,
          No longer blinded by the self’s fierce blaze,
Could see beyond, in the pure illumination
          Of the Saviour’s life and death in so many ways
Of being just, and true, and loving others
          The way they should be loved, as sunlight plays
Over the landscapes of our lives, revealing
          These hidden depths and beauties which amaze.
For that one Life, beyond our ego’s blindness
          Circumscribed the world in its atoning light,
Uniting each and all through His loving-kindness
          And, like the blind man at Bethsaida, gave us sight …