Wherever he went to village or town or farm.
They laid down their sick in the open spaces.
If we ask he keeps us from harm.
Bringing all the available graces.

But now we cannot see him coming.
We lay down our sick metaphorically.
We are not sure he is there, we just keep hoping.
We cannot say anything categorically.

They begged him to touch even the fringe of his cloak.
And all those who touched him were cured.
We touch only the fringe of an unseen cloak.
And we will never know if that’s why we are cured.

No sooner had he stepped out of the boat than people recognised him.
The question is, do we recognise him.

……

We cannot see him
Can we imagine the boat
Out of which he steps

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See Mark 6 : 53-56