It is not those who are well who need the doctor.
But the sick.
Who really are we against, who are we for.
For long are we tested, slowly burns the candle’s wick.

What I thought should I give up for Lent.
Thinking of myself I thought.
Thus in my half waking dreams a message was sent.
The world is great, I am naught.

But it’s as hard as mindfulness.
There you have to ponder nothing.
Still I am prey to restlessness.
Even if now I can think of  almost everything.

But still we try to think of others.
And not of our own bothers.

……..

I need a doctor
But of course only when sick
And perhaps I am

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See Luke 5 : 27-32