Inspired by Acts 9:1-9

Marc Fortin, First Year (Fall 2019)

On foot nearing Damascus at mid-day

Dead set on persecuting that ‘Way'

I am arrested,

blinded in a sphere of Light.

My body falls away, I hear a voice calling

That knows me to my core.

I reply in reverence to discover

this essence.

The voice is pure "It is I,

king, brother, son of all.”

My inner blindness is shown, scales over my heart.

The impulse I have been stoning all along

Is now revealed as the Being of Truth and Life.

I die

master of the old law;

I am reborn

servant to our future divine.