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  • On the road to Damascus

    Off the road

    On the road to Damascus

    On the road to Damascus

    Off the road
    
    The man was on his way
    To Damascus.
    
    His eyes and heart
    Full of hate and hatred
    
    In his pocket a letter
    Giving him permission
    To kill opponents and opposition
    
    He was the learned one
    Full of philosophy
    And theology
    And languages...
    
    He would soon get rid
    Of this new beliefs
    
    And blinded by hate
    He rideth forth
    
    Suddenly his horse 
    Started prancing
    And he fell of the road
    Blinded by the Light
    Surrounding him
    
    "Who are you"
    He shouted
    
    "The One you persecute"
    
    And the Light penetrated him
    
    He fell on his knees 
    And adored.
    
    Standing up, 
    Reborn
    He became heraut.
    
    That man was Saul of Tarsus
    He became Paul
    Apostle of the gentiles
    
    
    ***
    
    
    Painting Mib
    Inspired by a piece of Luca Giordano
    
    for further reading: Acts 9, 1-19
    
    
    
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