The follower...

Everyday he prayed,
with his closed eyes...
One day he didn't;
He opened his eyes...

He saw a ray of light,
Wide open blue skies...
Opened his mind;
Truth did he find?

Was he late indeed,
to find his own grace.
or blindness did he need,
To keep him in his place.

This time he was not afraid;
Though Brightness blinded him the same;
Just before the priest said,
"Hallowed be thy name"