Jeremy CarlislePasser-by, sin beyond any sinIs the sin of blindness of souls to other souls.And joy beyond any joy is the joyOf having the good in you seen, and seeing the goodAt the miraculous moment!Here I confess to a lofty scorn,And an acrid skepticism.But do you remember the liquid that PenniwitPoured on tintypes making them blueWith a mist like hickory smoke?Then how the picture began to clearTill the face came forth like life?So you appeared to me, neglected ones,And enemies too, as I went alongWith my face growing clearer to you as yoursGrew clearer to me.We were ready then to walk togetherAnd sing in chorus and chant the dawnOf life that is wholly life.
Passer-by, sin beyond any sinIs the sin of blindness of souls to other souls.And joy beyond any joy is the joyOf having the good in you seen, and seeing the goodAt the miraculous moment!Here I confess to a lofty scorn,And an acrid skepticism.But do you remember the liquid that PenniwitPoured on tintypes making them blueWith a mist like hickory smoke?Then how the picture began to clearTill the face came forth like life?So you appeared to me, neglected ones,And enemies too, as I went alongWith my face growing clearer to you as yoursGrew clearer to me.We were ready then to walk togetherAnd sing in chorus and chant the dawnOf life that is wholly life.