The Pharisees

When some men of faith brought a paralytic to be healed, Opening the roof when they placed his bed before Jesus When the forgiving grace of the almighty was revealed The fault-finders placed before him, their malicious thesis Could eyes filled with coal dust find an unknown way easily? The dusk of ignorance blocked them from recognizing him. Aren't these, more than the one who's healed, paralyzed mentally? Hope of healing them, like straightening a dog's tail, seemed grim. The healed, bloomed with joy, like a sunflower before the sun. Pessimism paralyses physique and psyche painfully. Is, with no flow of fresh streams of optimism, laurels won? The Pharisees, like desert daisies, dried disdainfully. When praises of the people of faith, like incense, ascended The Kingdom of God, like a sublime universe, descended