Out of the shame of spittle,
the scratch of dirt,
he made an anointing.
Oh, it was an agony--the gravel
in the eye, the rude slime, the brittle
clay caked on the lid.
But with the hurt
light came leaping; in the shock & shine,
abstracts took flesh & flew;
winged words like view & space,
shape & shade & green & sky,
bird & horizon & sun,
turned real in a man's eye.
Thus was truth given a face
& dark dispelled & healing done.
(Image: by orangeacid at flickr)