Perhaps …

He laid his hands upon them

And healed them.

At his touch

The blind saw,

The deaf heard,

The lame walked.

Perhaps if I had lived then,

Walked in the same dusty roads,

Pressed in the throngs of his followers,

All reaching out for him,

Perhaps I too could have felt

His healing touch.

And yet,

Can he do any less from a heavenly throne

Than from a grassy hillside in Judea?

I think not.

Perhaps if I walk in his path,

Become his follower,

Reaching up to him,

Perhaps he will reach down,

And I will feel

His healing touch.