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The Sighting

A poem from Luci Shaw’s The Sighting (Harold Shaw Publishers, Wheaton, Illinois: 1981):
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)

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