The Paralytic

Paralysis in the body makes the mind dead as well. Doesn't existence drag, like an engine-less machine? Though a hundred stewards assist, isn't life more than hell? bed, like servants who never heed, remains deadly serene. Tension and depression rise like a monsoon thunderbolt. They stay on, like seasons, with alterations in tempers. Anger, anxiety, and uncertainty tunnel-vault Helplessness and hopelessness blaze like unending embers. These found favour in the eyes of the one who came for them. Just a look, a smile, a gentle touch, and a word of peace In his person, he resembled the world's most precious gem. In his presence, each one found their eternal troubles cease. Four carried him, as though he were dead, when they came to him. Carrying their cots, they walked, singing a grace-filled hymn.