Best Paralytic Poems

What is the greater miracle:
to rise and walk,
or be forgiven of our sin?
To think the first
is to be paralyzed
by pride embedded deep within.
For are we not
on balance good,
deserving of an honored place?
With crippled minds,
and eyes too blind,
we fail to apprehend our desperate need for grace.
But...

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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...

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