Healers of Men
by Wilson Maldonado
(Orlando Fl. 32808)
The rich man and the poor man were beeped
One came in a Rolls, the other by feet
A young man lay dying
The rich man did all he could, trying
To save him with his nurse. "Father,
It's all now up to you and your faith",
And each one bowed and stepped out of the way.
The poor man raised his hands and prayed
"Lord, he is so young and hasn't lived
His life yet, in Jesus' name, I implore".
He was returned to the healthy and sane.
As both turned to walk away
The rich man, as an afterthought, spoke up
"Would you like to come home today"?
And lowered his head remembering lessons unlearned
The poor man tearfully consented and said,
"Perhaps my grandchildren I'll get to see yet".
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