Beside Bethesda
Waiting for the water to disturb
Prostrate, I remain unperturbed.
Even though it sounds absurd
Expecting someone to turn up and help me in
Healing my heart
Cleansing my skin.
A new start
Taking me back to baby skin
Where I was fresh and healthy
Full of vitality, credibility.
Looking Jesus in the eye, I ask
"Who me! Why? Why me?"
He replies "You matter, You matter to me!"
Even paralysed on a mattress
I have known you before you were born
I come to you now broken and worn
To mend, fix, and heal all that's gone wrong.
Make you well in heart, mind and soul
Taking you back unto me
To where you were first formed
Born again
Whole.
Hugh K Henderson <><
I see that you matter. Lovely poem. Rich in the power of that scene, one of my favorites of the gospels. You roll even Nicodemus into your poem. Well done, I think it adds a dimension I certainly had not thought of as being wrapped in this miracle. So glad that you did. Thank you, Hugh.