If you want to you can cure me.

Of course I want to ; be cured .

How often do we make our plea.

So much can be granted rather than endured .

I was lying long hours awake .

All I could say is  like Samuel is Here I am .

All was impenetrable as a black lake.

Slept held back by the mind’s restless dam.

But today in glorious sunshine.

I looked out twenty miles from the high wolds.

All encased in mist benign.

About me the hill’s gentle folds.

If we keep him in sight.

We can see the light.

……..

Raise your eyes to light

If you then ask to be cured

You certainly will

……..

See Mark 1: 40-45