The Crippled
As a mother, Christ gave heed to the woman's plea.
For him, days of work or Sabbath days did not count.
From their selves, he observed, the human creatures flee
For eighteen years, the Book says, she was evil-bound.
She got bent by burdens of societal flaws.
Crude communal clouds had blocked drizzles of graces.
How long should she be clenched within crocodile claws?
She felt, at the advent of Christ, healing traces
Murmurs of cynics melted at Christ’s sunbeam smile.
Don't you untie your cattle on a day of rest?
His touch healed in the crippled all that was senile.
Feet of Times stopped for a moment, feeling blessed.
Stand straight; this is what, to all crippled, Jesus says.
The dissonants should get rid of their rude ways.
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