After Mark 2:1-12
Through the roof he comes
on ropes, almost a theatrical
scene; that’s bad enough
(no sense of decorum
In honor of those present).
But then the healer says
the man’s sins are forgiven,
and theater becomes
melodrama.
His sins are forgiven?
Who does he think he is,
God? The impertinence!
the outrage! That’s
an offense meriting stoning!
(But he did heal that leper
so it might be best to huff
and puff in silence.)
The healer looks around,
and he has the knack
of looking not only at
but also through the heart,
and he knows exactly
what we’re thinking.
To hammer home his point,
he doubles down, and after
pronouncing forgiveness
he tells the man to rise,
take his bed, and go home.
And the man does.
Sometimes it best to huff
and puff in silence.
Photograph by Sushil Nash via Unsplash. Used with permission.
1 comment:
Definitely better to huff and puff in silence.
Wonderful poem, Glynn!
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