Late at night we become emboldened
and allow deep-within doubts
to glimpse, as it were,
the light of day.

So the teacher of Israel comes
in darkness to talk with the man
whose words glimmer
like a lake beneath a full moon.

A staccato celebration of questions,
a shimmer of provocations,
gleaming surprises,
and glistening affirmations;

of sparkling water, rushing wind,
and life.

© Ken Rookes

Another poem reflecting on this story can be found here.


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