but the Divine impression unbroken, unprocessed;
comes or goes as the wind, you can't say whence or whither:
Friends, let that one spit!
You who have been blind since birth,
if one comes whose very breath is Healing,
and mingles that spit with the earth of the ground,
rubbing that over your eyes: Friends, let it be done!
The waters of that mouth are prasad indeed,
as is the Word issuing forth therefrom;
let that Stranger come, welcome those hands
which might rest thereon where the pain is!
This one knows where, better than you,
and sees whole and gives whole, rendering whole.
The embrace of one lost in God carries no price tag,
all your wealth could never acquire it -
an attitude of gratitude however is like a magnet,
that is the best of coin here, and innocent trust.
Be like that tenth leper, not the nine,
be like that Samaritan who shouldn't have known better, but did:
give thanks where it is due, return to that hermit in the woods
or the mechanic in his shop – wherever that one hangs out, go!
and render thanks for that spit or that hand or that embrace.
Prasad is best received, like the Eucharist, with humble thanks.
