TRANSFORMATION

Once a candle in the midnightOf my heart was briefly lit:Ere the tallow had burned lowDaylight had supplanted it.

As St. Paul, still breathing vengeanceOn the old Damascus way.Saw a vision that transformed him,So my night was turned to day.

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