I Was Blind But Now I See

I sat holding myself as a child.
Yet not a child at all,
but a monster,
unrecognizable as human.

You came, Jesus,
and stretched out your hand.
“Ah,” I thought,
“You will heal this child.”

I looked at you,
your hand reaching,
your eyes twinkling.
You were an artist at play.

But your hand did not
touch the monster child.

Instead, you touched
my adult eyes
so I could see.
So I could see this
one on my lap clearly.
Not as the monster
my fears and shame imagined,
but as the simple,
sweet,
innocent
child
I am.

——

One thing I do know,
I was blind, but now I see.
John 9:25

From Heaven at my Door by Juanita Ryan