They led me by the hand, they did;

I, the great man Saul.

As little child from new birth sprung,

My nature changed to Paul.


Become as little child, he’d said.

I did. Those three days blind;

False education, narrow creed–

The worldly – left behind.


Born anew! The birth was bright:

No history, no womb.

I started fresh– as child of God,

Heredity entombed.


The “I” of Saul departed then;

False selfhood dropped, as me;

New understanding dawned, and I

Could humbly say, “I see.”




Jill Gooding