Touch and see.

I'm blind until my fingers run along the edges and crevices of your strong hands and beautiful feet. I'm like that old beggar Bartemaeus until I touch you. I have to get close and feel, to touch before I see.

You have the skilled hands of a carpenter, the kind always hard at work. But not hardened.

And I think I still smell the perfume that washed your feet, yes this must be what the prophet meant when he exclaimed, "how beautiful!". I look up at your face with new understanding in my eyes.

"Surely you carry good news."

[Luke 24:39]

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This is the fourth of a 5 part mini blog series, fleshed out of a particular favorite writing session of mine. Each post is supposed to be short - a 2 minute read or less - and the goal is to cause you to to reflect less on how much is being said, and more to meditate on what is actually being said. Go and read the scripture passages that are referenced at the end. They will draw you into the story that's being told and give you perspective. 

Ophthē is the Greek word for "appeared" or "was seen".