After the Marvelous Healing
by Walt McDonald

Walt McDonald has served as poet laurete of Texas.

Luke 5:25

His fists shook, his bent legs bound
with cloth, hemp ropes around
both bandaged feet – a local cripple
begging kept alive. And now this simple
insult like a threat, a twisted joke
Take up your bed and walk,
blasphemy like a whip
on the poor man’s back. Here,
we scolded to save him
from blind faith worse than stripes.

Years later, stiff and feeble
ourselves, our feet reeking
of dust and camel dung,
what could we tell others, stunned
by taxes and old friends dying.
I still hear the sigh
when he sat suddenly up
and stood, and all leaped up
and stared at this cripple shouting
and leaping into light.

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