Friends lowered a sick man
down through a hole
in the roof of the house
where Jesus was teaching.
As the story goes,
Jesus healed the man,
who then stood up,
picked up his bed,
and walked out.
When I need healing,
it's good to have friends
who will open a roof for me.
Opening a roof is sometimes
the only healing we need.
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2 comments:
This is a beautiful poem.
Dr. Mike:
Thank you. I take that as the highest praise coming from you.
Thanks for reading, and for all of your wonderful poems and posts, too.
I hope all is well with you. Life here is good.
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