A Witness

Figure of Christ
Mission San Diego Alcala
San Diego, CA, June, 2017

A Witness

I see you walk among the sick,

The poor, those laden with despair;

Yet something more than love is there

That makes my soul within me quick.

I see you bending, making clay,

And with your fingers touch blind eyes.

As dusty as you are, the skies,

I almost think, would sing your praise.

I could believe if I would bend,

The others being moved to tears

Around me, men mature in years,

Thinking you their sorrows’ end.

So much fervor! Yet I too

Sense some strange power as I see

You turn and fix those eyes on me...

“Lord, may I also follow you!”

Dennis Evans, Spring, 1972: I was about 20 when I wrote this.