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Tuesday 9th March

The man at the pool (John 5:1-15)

It’s never for me.

The angel coming,

God blessing

Healing and restoration,

But never for me.

I’m tired of waiting.

Worn by piteous looks

That spell relief

That I am here, not them.

I’m angry at God,

At fate,

At everyone,

But at least my anger

Reminds me I’m alive.

I’m lost,

Alone in a thirty-eight-year darkness

With no hope

Of a light to dawn.

And now You ask me

‘Do you want to be healed?’

And I’m scared of what it means.

Do I?

No. Maybe.

And then, as at last I lift my eyes to you,


By Jeannie Kendall


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