The boy with the evil spirit (Mark 9: 14-32)
Doubt and belief
Have always battled
For supremacy:
At times one winning
At different times
The other,
Hope battling
With experience
Of seemingly endless
Disappointments.
But this,
This was my son,
And so
I had to hold on to hope,
Though it was almost lost
When the disciples
Could not help.
And so this Jesus
Took the tattered remnants,
The flimsiest fragments
Of my faith
And, from his love,
Made it enough.
By Jeannie Kendall