The confluence of divine
celestial light on the way
to Damascus.
The light was not blinding, I surmise
yet blinded the rider
So heavens can blind a man on a mission
Mission to torture
Light can do anything
It implies so silently.
Did I see the Maker in that light
or is it the darkness that he wanted
me to see?

Wandering, wondering mind
then breathlessly says: thank you 'dark'
for I saw light. The Light.
Again.