Peace be with you,
said the man
whose dusty sandals
no king wore.
Open your eyes,
said the man
whose roughened hands,
filled with clay
brought sight.
Throw the stone,
said the man
whose arms carved by labor
helped others to stand.
Come out of him,
said the man
whose name was known
by all the darkness,
which fled before him.
Throw the seed,
cut the fig,
light the lamp,
forgive them, father,
said the man
whose body broken
housed all things.
Speak but a word
and I shall be healed.
Said the man,
peace be with you.