The Great Physician
THE GREAT PHYSICIAN
the gray sky of a virus, angry
furrowed brows -
scowling,
coughing - not laughing.
what affectation the globe hurling
toward fear.
illness towering, over
the marketplace, toppling
blocks.
Control harangues,
mocks.
who is really pulling the strings?
the jester jingling his fool’s hat,
carrion of a mock scepter -
his feet shuffling us back in time
to the folly of our ways —
“falalalalala,” he sings.
the Great Physician waits for our call
3/2/2020
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as
the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled,
neither let them be afraid. John 14:27 ESV
But when he heard it, he said, “Those who are well
have no need of a physician, but those who are sick.
Matthew 9:12 ESV
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2020
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