30 Days in Gennesaret: Brought Day 2

Could they see the sea

feel the boat bend the land?

Do they hear pounding footfalls

feel the coarse scrape,

wayward elbows brush sand,

those borne on pallet?

 

Shared hope of sacrifice

eclipses beauty of either sea or sail

Jesus did not heal in isolation.

Those who had been brought

engage this One, atrophied limbs lifted

to beseech the fabric of wholeness.

 

The healer Jesus

disembarks

and the land vibrates.

Runners

with resounding echo,

cadence of hope.

 

Brought begets beauty

in surging tide of need and service.

Tended rope-this

its braid lifts all eyes one inch

to the fraying hem

of Jesus’ garment.

 

jfig   3/2020

 

 

 

 

 

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