The man at the pool (John 5:1-15)
It’s never for me.
The angel coming,
God blessing
Healing and restoration,
But never for me.
I’m tired of waiting.
Worn by piteous looks
That spell relief
That I am here, not them.
I’m angry at God,
At fate,
At everyone,
But at least my anger
Reminds me I’m alive.
I’m lost,
Alone in a thirty-eight-year darkness
With no hope
Of a light to dawn.
And now You ask me
‘Do you want to be healed?’
And I’m scared of what it means.
Do I?
No. Maybe.
And then, as at last I lift my eyes to you,
Yes.
By Jeannie Kendall
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