Go out to the whole world, proclaim the good news to all creation.
Will we do so.
Is it not so much the belief but the courage to take one step beyond meditation.
Will his spirit then on us blow?
But what are the signs that will be associated with our belief?
We will not be able to pick up snakes with our hands.
We will not have the gift of tongues to root out grief.
We will not be able to lay hands on the sick to reverse time’s sands.
My faith is too weak.
My belief so questioning.
But perhaps my tongue may soften, wandering up some time’s creek.
I may be able to cure the sickness in my soul diminishing.
I fear no action of mine will lead to others being recovered.
But in some minute way my own sickness may be smothered.