Song of the Servant
The Empty Vestibule
child, my little one ... you ask, Who are the blind,
and who are the seeing? The blind walk as the blind.
It is the seeing who walk as those who are blind who are
so much in need — no, do not be hasty, my child — not of your judgment,
for judgment is Mine alone, I see in truth for I behold the heart;
you see much in error, for you grasp appearances only, and are so
easily deceived — no, little one, do not judge. Pray!”
I will do as you ask, Lord ... but who are
they of whom you speak; those whom you say
yet walk as blind men?
you stay with me one hour?”
You know all things, Lord. You
know that I love you.
You know I will stay.
“Then heed what I say. There is much blindness in the world, and
not all are equally blind. Many, so many, have learned
blindness, some have become blind because they are weary; some have
lost faith. Those who have learned have been taught, and
those who teach have taught through example. It is they
who have taught the seeing to walk as the blind, and they are two:
parents and, so very grievously ... my priests.
By their example have many been led astray; they are become
blind even as they believe themselves to see. For all their words,
and their Profession of Faith, it is by their behavior
that they teach, it is from their behavior that blindness is learned.
They are become a contradiction and do not realize how clearly this
is observed, for in enacting this contradiction, they teach blindness
through it. It is the blindness that denies on the one hand what
it affirms on the other.
Their faith affirms my Real Presence, and so they teach
with their tongue; but their actions deny what they affirm;
professing the real, they are indifferent to it or perfunctory before
it. It is encroaching blindness; the darkness is not complete, but
they are indifferent to the diminishing light. It is the twilight
My head is not very good at this, Lord. Be plainer with me still.
But first, my God, may I tell you what troubles me most ... hurts
me the most?
“Is not My ear ever inclined unto you?”
THE SERVANT’S SONG OF SORROW
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