You watch with belligerent bullet eyes as
Stephen is brought before the Sanhedrin,
The leaders flog him with false witness,
And revengefully rush right at him;
They drag him outside the city,
And lay their cloaks at your Pharisaical feet,
Then, with hellish hate, they hurl
Spear-like stones that crush his body;
Horribly hideous thoughts float through
The black ocean of your mind,
And you are obdurately obsessed with
Driving Christianity into total oblivion;
You track and hunt down the Christians
With the most dreadful determination,
You aggressively throw them into prison,
Seeking to snuff out the sparks of the New Way.
On the dusty road to Damascus,
You relish your recent conquest over the Christians,
You are smugly satisfied with your success
Against those foolish religious rebels;
But then there is a blinding flash,
Infinitely brighter than a bolt of lightning,
Catapulted from your frightened horse,
You clumsily crash to the ground and collapse;
Then you unmistakably hear that familiar
Gentle voice of Christ the Courageous,
He tenderly and mercifully asks,
“Saul, Saul, why do you persecute me?”
Suddenly you are struck blind,
And you are entirely enveloped in darkness,
It appears as if God has blown out the sun,
As if it were a giant candle in the sky.
Pondering and perturbed, you are praying quietly,
In a modest home on Straight Street,
Lost in your thoughts, you rhythmically
Stroke your black mustache and beard;
Your heavy heart weeps in dismay,
As your brashness has led to your bitter blindness,
Now the hero who was persecuting the rebels
Is himself converting into a rebel;
Scattered at your feet are the shattered
Pieces of your old way of life,
A day ago those puzzle pieces all fit together,
Like the pillars in Solomon’s Portico;
But now a key piece of the puzzle is missing:
The messianic centerpiece,
With tears, you repentantly fast and pray,
As Ananias approaches with the missing piece.
Gazing at the Circus Maximus, you know
That your time in this world is very short,
As you reflect back upon your life,
You realize how much you’ve changed;
Through the limitless love of the Lord,
You have become a very humble man,
And through the Prince of Peace,
You are filled with the fruit of the Spirit;
After so many years, you long to
Give the kiss of peace to the saintly Stephen,
You hunger and thirst to embrace your
Magnificent Messiah, Jesus the Just;
The sun sets in Rome’s crimson sky,
Surrounded by clusters of woolly clouds,
This flock of lambs is ready to follow
The shepherd-sun down into Vatican Hill.