And as Jesus passed on from there, two blind men followed him, crying aloud, “Have mercy on us, Son of David.” When he entered the house, the blind men came to him and Jesus said to them, “Do you believe I am able to do this?” They said to him, “Yes, Lord.” Then he touched their eyes, saying, “According to your faith, be it done to you.” And their eyes were opened.
Healing begins with the asking,
that moment putting in motion countless little actions
consciousness bowed before some sovereignty
and open to miracle.
Never underestimate the placebo—
it creates a crack in the darkened room
so sunlight can spill in.
But the asking,
it moves us beyond ourselves,
bends the stiffened knee
as it raises our eyes.
Even sightless, we see.
Even blind, our eyes water
with the light,